We'll need to take the elevator," Kai announced, stepping inside first and holding the door open for Sinclair and Camilla.
With a protective arm around Camilla, Sinclair guided her into the elevator.
Kai released the door and pressed the button for the ninth floor.
Camilla glanced at the illuminated number, a flicker of confusion crossing her delicate features.
"I thought the auction was on the eighth floor?
Why are we going to the ninth?"
Kai quickly explained, "The eighth floor is for general attendees.
You and President Luther will be in the VIP lounge on the ninth."
Camilla simply nodded in response, offering no further comment.
Wherever people gathered, hierarchies inevitably formed—an age-old truth that never changed.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand shot out to stop them.
"Pardon me, mind if I join you?"
The man who spoke appeared to be in his early thirties, with striking, chiseled features that hinted at mixed heritage.
