In the corridor, Sierra found Tyrone, who stood by a window, one hand tucked casually into his pocket, while the other held a phone to his ear.

His raised arm cast an array of stylish folds on his well-fitted suit, accentuating his broad shoulders.

A few steps away, Sierra gazed at him affectionately.

Tyrone possessed a towering figure with his broad shoulders, and simply watching him make a phone call sent a wave of admiration through her.

So many people seemed to succumb to the ravages of time by their thirties, but Tyrone's immaculate physique suggested a dedication to regular exercise.