𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

50 - [B] Voluptuary

V O L U P T U A R Y
noun [vuh-luhp-choo-er-ee]

A person whose life is devoted to the pursuit and enjoyment of luxury and sensual pleasure.

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Barry inserted the rough sketches for the event location layout into his folder then unplugged his laptop charge from the main socket. He wrapped it up then placed it inside his laptop bag, along with the folder.

"Alright Tracy, I will see you later!" He said and waved at the woman sitting at the desk near the entrance into the office, "Enjoy your holidays-"

Barry's gaze stops at a shoebox sitting at the top of a table where a colleague sat. He walked over and read the label stuck on top saying 'FASHION EXPO RESEARCH. Property of [y/n] [y/l/n]'.

He frowned then drummed his fingers on top of the box lid. Barry realised that you wouldn't be able to work on the upcoming project over the holiday break, and he needs your research and drawings to continue his work.

Despite not having much of an acquaintance with you other than the formal work-related 'hello' and 'how are you?', he picked up the box then walked to the office exit, choosing to drop it by your place as a courtesy.

*****

Barry drove slowly down the street, peering through the windshield at the tall buildings he passed, illuminated by street lights and shops below. A few windows were lit up and Barry looked about for your building, called 'La Estrella'.

He pressed down on the breaks abruptly once he spotted the building. He bent forward and looked up to it with his eyebrows raised. Barry could almost not see the top from sitting inside his car.

The building was covered in pristine glass panes, with almost every other window illuminated with lights switched on inside.

Barry found an empty parking spot then stepped outside, gazing over the building that stood tall and resolute. He looked around for another building that could be named 'La Estrella' as well but he found none on the block. He even double checked the street with the address he got from the reception at work.

He placed a hand in his hoodie pocket while the other held onto the box, and walked into the building's reception.

*****

He exited the elevator at the top floor, looking around with a slight feeling of acrophobia. The building has twenty floors. Barry walked down the corridor, noticing that theee are only three apartments on this floor. He kept his attention on location apartment '2002'.

He took a deep breath after standing on the door mat that said 'DOOR BELL BROKEN. Yell 'Ding Dong' really loudly'.

He furrowed his eyebrows with confusion then shrugged his shoulders. Barry raised a first to the door then knocked it with his knuckles, followed by him calling out, "Ding dong!"

His voice echoed in the corridor, startling him, and he looked around cautiously. He stepped closer to the door and knocked once more and repeated his previous statement.

CLICK!