She would actually hear some form of sound behind almost every door except for two. Both of them were at the end of the hall.
As she opened the door, she would realize that she had entered the wrong room. It almost looked like what might have been a break room for the grunts. There was a fireplace and a few chairs that were filled with muscular men. One looked up, squinting as he made eye contact. "Hey!" he barked, standing up. "Who are you?!"
The door flew open and the grunt who spotted her grabbed her arm, wrenching her back. "Answer the question!" he yelled, making quite a lot of noise. "Who are you?!"
Fleur gasped, reaching around and pulling away roughly. "Ugh! I had no idea the tenants of my building were so ill-mannered," she said angrily, raising her eyebrow critically. "You should know how serious it is to put your hands on a woman without her permission. I'm the land lord, obviously."
"Buildings don't just appear out of thin air," she said hotly. "I have half a mind to evict everyone from the premises based solely off of how you're treating me. Do you really want your boss to lose this building because of your manners?"
The man looked like he was about to blow a gasket, but she would feel a hand on her upper arm. "Don't fret, Louis," she would hear a familiar voice say. "I'll bring her to Romero and get this resolved."
Fleur tried not to panic at the voice as she recognized it, giving a slight nod as she watched Louis. "Yes, I'd appreciate that very much."
Louis squinted at the person. "Careful, Lover Boy. You're not exactly Romero's favorite." The person was silent before pulling Fleur away. "Let's go, ma'am."
Ferris stood in front of her, his gaze blank as they turned the corner. His shoulders were slumped and his hand was on her forearm, pulling her forward.
