Andrew glared at Alex, using a nickname for him instead of his actual name or Mr. Sullivan then quickly regained his composure. He slicked his hair back before speaking again "You both are guilty of being tardy to orientation, regardless of age, experience, or any other deciding factors. Both of you will submit to the punishment of missing such an important moment in the chain of the hospitality industry." the elevator stop with a thud, slightly bouncing its passengers. "Follow me." he said, walking out of the elevator to the end of a very small hallway. An oak door resides at the end, a thin film of dust covering the timbers. He opens the door and motions for the two to enter, the space would be small but not cramped. The three of them could stand a comfortable distance away from one another.