With one last glance at the shut door, Kelvin walked through the corridor, heading for the staircase.
The faint scent of antiseptic and polished wood lingered in the air, but it did nothing to soften the hardness carved into his features.
His reflection stared back at him in the mirrored wall of the corridor.
His eyes were emotionless and cold, a proof that he doesn't give a damn about whatever might go wrong with Cyndi.
As long as the one having an accident wasn't Sonia Walker, Kelvin felt it wasn't necessary to waste his breath or pray for the world to be put on hold.
Sonia was the only name that could stir anything close to concern in him. The rest of the world could burn quietly.
Stepping into the wide lobby, he pressed his car's remote, and the vehicle beeped in acknowledgment.
The security guard at the entrance nodded respectfully, but Kelvin did not spare him a glance. He pulled the door open and slid into the driver's seat calmly.
