Piper had just finished the last drop of her soda when Charles returned to take her to Mr. Weston"s office. She grabbed her camera and followed Charles out of the room. The two of them chatted as they walked down the hallway, Piper"s high heels clicking on the marble floors as she walked. She couldn"t help but like the older man. He had a quietness about him, but also a natural smile and judging from the few comments he made, a quick wit.
When they reached the door to Mr. Weston"s office, Charles reached out and turned the knob. But nothing happened.
"Well, that"s odd. Samuel knew we were on our way," Charles mumbled, more to himself than to Piper, and wiggled the doorknob one more time. With an apologetic look at Piper, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Flipping h
