Chapter 4
That evening at ten o’clock, Sterling bit back a yawn as he made his way toward the elevator. As was more than likely, he was probably the last one to leave the building, other than the people from the security team or the janitors taking the night shifts. He had way too many things to deal with because he had spent most of the day with Zeke. He had no regrets, though. Zeke was worth it.
Sterling got into the elevator, and it zoomed all the way down to the parking area in the basement. He had just stepped out when he bumped into someone in front of him. He was taken aback when he noticed the old man with the thick white moustache and long, white flowing beard, now lying on the floor. He rushed forward immediately.
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I am,” the man replied in
