and gleaming glass walls. Derik led her to a private elevator, which whisked them up to the top floor. The doors opened onto a spacious office, with a

ght there," he said, before hanging up. "Sorry, Alison," he said. "I have to take care of something. Styles, can you show Alison around the office while I'm gone?" Styles nodded, his eyes never leaving Alison's face. "Of course," he said. As Derik left the office, Alison felt a sense of trepidation. She was alone with Styles, a man she didn't know or trust. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause. It was a glimmer of kindness, of concern. "Let me show you around," Styles said, smiling. "I think you'll find it interesting." Alison nodded, feeling a sense of curiosity. She followed Styles through the office, asking him questions about the various rooms and facilities. As they walked, Alison began to feel more at ease. Styles seemed knowledgeable and friendly, and she found herself enjoying his company. But as they approached a door at the far end of the hall, Styles' expression turned serious. "This is Derik's private office," he said. "I'm not sure he would want me to show you in here." Alison raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why not?" she asked. Styles hesitated, looking around nervo