Chapter 67

• Slightly inebriated, they pressed the elevator buttons, struggling to find the floor on which the room they were going to share was located. Elliot's security guard helped them carry their bags, discreetly amused by the jokes they made, without even noticing his presence.
• “Mr. Park.” Said the man, catching Elliot's eye as he passed his door. “That's the bedroom.”
• “Oh, right. Thanks, Steve. I don't know what I'd do without you.” Elliot smiled, highlighting his slightly reddened cheeks from the wine he had drunk.