First Impression

The elevator ride down seemed to take an eternity, as stress tore Alex's inside. He never had been in the presence of rich people much, and going to meet a little girl's parents to prove he wasn't a molester wasn't his idea of a nice meet and greet.

Once he got to the lobby, he walked to the front desk, where a tall man in a black suit was waiting for him. He had on his head one of those chauffeur hats you see in the movies.

When he arrived at the desk, the man recognized him, which was weird. He probably had been shown an image of what Alexander looked like, but it still creeped him out.

A family capable of gathering information on a nobody like him so quickly was nothing to scoff at. This was most likely a family with old money.

Alex was already mentally preparing for what he thought would be a stuck-up meeting, with a lot of play on words. The luxury car he was practically shoved in drove away from his home.