<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi opened the door for the man who stood outside. His father had informed him that he was expecting a very important client, and to simply bring him straight to the office, though the only name he’d been given was Dreven. He greeted the man politely, before showing him up the narrow stairs to his father’s office, allowing the guest to go first.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Gadriel stopped, spinning on his heel and seeing his daughter. He looked startled, on edge even, and deeply concerned to see her there.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> “Ayla. you need to leave. Now. we can talk later.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> it was all he could do to rush her out of the room as quickly as possible, practically pushing on her shoulders as he steered her towards the door.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> “I have a very important meeting. Please.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla was caught off guard by her father’s reaction, but turned and let him lead her to the door anyways, bewildered.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Father I… alright, alright i’m going…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she pulled the door open, startled to see the well dressed, dark haired man in front of her, blocking her path of egress.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The father stopped, straightening up suddenly.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> “Mr Dreven! How good to see you. This is my daughter Ayla. she was just leaving. Come in. come in.” </span>