The man stood outside the elevator, not entering immediately.
Nora Scott glanced at him a few more times.
He wore a long black trench coat over a turtleneck sweater, the coat left open, with straight black pants, wide shoulders and a narrow waist, his figure well-proportioned.
His hair was slightly tousled by the wind, and in the cold, white, hazy light, his facial features were more pronounced, the shadows adding a cool texture, making him look both handsome and aloof.
No one reacted, and the elevator doors began to close.
Suddenly, two hands shot out, stopping the elevator doors. He stepped forward, entering the elevator completely.
The elevator doors closed again, leaving just the two of them in the spacious elevator.
And—
Only one button was illuminated on the digital panel inside the elevator.
Nora Scott lived on the 21st floor.
