His mind wasn't even there as he walked into his vast kitchen with a 'U' center island; granite counter tops and decorative ceiling. Removing his tie, he didn't look up. There were at least two upper stairs that led to the kitchen. It was was six am, yes he had slept at the office. It wasn't his intention maybe it was. He didn't want to come back to this huge house just so he could here the echo of his footsteps. The quietness got to him. He needed a smaller place, presumably a bachelors penthouse but he didn't want to let this house go. Della chose this house, it was their house, where they planned to share their lives together for the rest of their lives.
He heard whistling, Andre shook his head. He thought he had told Maya and the other two maids to take a day off because he was hardly at the mansion and there wasn't much to do except keep it clean from dust and make his bed as the rest of the other seven rooms remained empty and untouched.