The elevator slowly ascended.
When it reached the 12th floor, there was a beep, and the door opened.
Adrian Walyon walked ahead, arriving at Summer Sutton's room, waiting for her to swipe her card.
Summer Sutton rummaged through her bag and found her room card, swiping it.
The door opened, Adrian Walyon entered first.
Once her body followed him inside, there was a click as he locked the door.
He seemed very angry, after entering the room, he undid his jacket, casually threw it aside, and stood at the window with his back to her, irritably unbuttoning several buttons on his sleeves.
Summer Sutton turned her head, her gaze stiffly directed towards his back, thinking about what he had just said, feeling particularly uneasy inside.
Adrian Walyon had been worried about her these past few days, worried to the point of sleeplessness, hardly eating.
Finding her, knowing she was safe and sound, without any harm, he felt much more at ease.
He called the hotel, ordering two dinners.
