Don left the terrace without a word, passing through the dining area and living room before reaching the entrance hall. Instead of heading to his room, he stepped out into the shared hallway of the building.
He didn't own a suit—at least not one he'd willingly wear to an event hosted by the mayor. Which meant there was only one place to go.
Charles's door stood at the far end, polished black with faint gold trim. As Don approached, a soft beam swept over him from head to toe~.
"Identity recognized," the door's digital voice intoned. "Informing owner of your presence. Please wait."
He stood with his hands in his pockets, listening to the distant hum of the building's ventilation. A few seconds later—
"Owner has permitted entry. Please enter."
The door slid open with a smooth mechanical sigh~.
