"Noted," she responded, choosing a luxurious handbag to match her ensemble. With her wheelchair as her chariot, she left the room.

Shortly after, she heard the familiar footsteps of someone ascending the staircase.

It was Bennett.

Standing at the Landing, some seven or eight meters away, he cut an imposing figure. His dark eyes, nestled deep within their sockets, glowed from the dimly lit corner, a soft warmth emanating from them as they rested on Claudia.

She instinctively clutched her purse, greeting him with a simple “Hi Acknowledging her with a nod, Bennett made his way towards her, his gaze unapologetically drinking in her beauty. “You look stunning," he complimented.