Clearing his former schedule and having an unhurried lunch, Silas and Patrick walked down the hallway towards the parking lot.
The corridor was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every footstep sound more deliberate than it was.
Silas sat in the back of the car while Patrick took the passenger seat and the bodyguard settled behind the wheel.
No one spoke for the duration of the drive. The city moved past the tinted windows in muted streaks of glass and concrete.
The conference was to be held at Hotel Sarvana's. The car reached the venue in about half an hour.
Patrick stepped out and opened the door for Silas.
Silas glanced at him briefly before climbing out, then turned to look at the hotel.
A glamorous building that rose with the kind of deliberate grandeur that only money could buy.
A few staircases leading to the entrance, opaque glass panels catching the pale afternoon light. Silas raised his head and looked up at it, and said nothing.
