Knock, knock.
"Come in," Zara's voice called from inside.
Alaric Storm turned the knob and stepped in.
It wasn't hard to spot Zara Storm. She was seated by the window, a cigarette in hand, deep in conversation with someone on the other end of her call. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she smiled, quickly stubbing out the cigarette and pulling the phone away from her mouth to whisper, "Just a minute. I'll be done soon, son."
Alaric knew how that went. A minute would probably turn into an hour. He didn't bother waiting. Instead, he left to look for his father.
He glanced around the room his parents had been given for their brief stay today, and it had been completely transformed. What was supposed to be a guest room looked more like a home office. Scratch that. Their "real" home, which was basically their office. If you knew his parents, you'd get it.
