Rex stepped out into the hallway, the soft click of his shoes against the marble floor echoing faintly. He glanced down at his polished shoes and adjusted his cufflinks, feeling slightly self-conscious despite how effortlessly sharp he looked. With a calm breath, he walked toward the hotel entrance, where the Regalia Ravelle stood parked like a silent beast waiting to be unleashed.
Of course, stunned look along the way were indispensable, but he didn't have time to take care of that, he was running late. It was already 8:20 and he had to reach party venue as soon as possible.
Kaelan and Victor were already waiting beside the car, with Kaelan standing near the driver's side door, arms crossed, exuding calm readiness. Victor leaned casually against the hood, checking his phone now and then. They'd been there for a bit, figuring it was about the time Rex would be done and ready to leave.
As Rex approached, both men stared.
Victor let out a low whistle. "Boss... is that really you?"
