Ben was glad that he could go right up, but it was an interesting statement that Ben had been put on a 'walk-in' list. He supposed that his sire had earned Ben that right, even in his death (likely especially so). Conner - or Director Iessan, as Ben should be calling him now - had obviously respected Kerr, and he was giving service to that respect still. In hindsight, Ben realised he should've been more grateful of Kerr's political position, instead of merely tolerant, because it was affording him benefits now. He had somewhere to go to when he needed help. When she leaned forward to share her secret, Ben also shifted forward slightly in a conspiratorial manner, wondering what he was going to hear.
Don't mind the guards? What guards?
He nodded and thanked her, twice, because once hadn't seemed enough, and then he was following her directions. He didn't deviate from them but ran them over in his head as he followed them through, step by step. Here were the elevators. Somewhere, there were guards. Maybe she thought he'd seen one. Maybe she thought he could see them all - were they some kind of invisible creature? Was he being monitored by guards or by cameras? He didn't want to look around in case it made him look suspicious. No, now he was just being paranoid. Fuck, this place was playing with his head. Speaking of which, did they monitor thoughts? He hoped not, because most of the garbage that floated around in his head was shit like this.
The elevator doors opened swiftly once the carriage arrived. He stepped in, turned around and jabbed the number three button. It lit up to indicate that it had received the message, and then Ben stared through the open doors for too long before they shut again - much less swiftly.
Should this place be so empty? He'd seen a great number of cars in the parking lot, but it felt like he was the only person here. He wanted to lower his mental block to see if he could sense any other minds, but was too frightened to. This building was too big for him, too grand, too professional, too efficient. Quite suddenly and powerfully, he missed the penthouse at the Chambers. Most of the workers hadn't really liked him because they considered him to be 'elevated' (oh, and hadn't Vincent chosen the worst possible word to accuse Ben with?), and Ben hadn't bothered to correct them. Even though it had been like that, the penthouse had felt like home. The aquarium had arrived at his new address on the beach cliffs, and that was the one thing he'd not stuck in the ballroom with all the rest of it. The fish were swimming in the tank in front of a huge plate glass window. Maybe Ben's experience in the foyer was what those fish were feeling like. Poor things.
The elevator stopped so quickly that his stomach didn't seem to keep up and lurched. Pulling a face of discontent, he stepped out of the lift and onto a floor that transported him back to normalcy. Now this floor looked and felt like a regular kind of office floor. His mind returned to the directions, and he suspected that Conner (Director Iessan) would have a personal assistant or someone sitting outside of his door before he went in. As soon as he stepped outside, he was aware of a few different things. There was a directory he could use instead of the simple directions the receptionist downstairs had given him (though hers were no doubt infallible so he wouldn't bother double-checking them). There was a stern-looking male... something or other... that looked like a human in his forties but didn't smell it. Not human. Not vampire. Not Mimic (Ben thought guiltily). Demonic, maybe, but not elemental because Ben had become pretty good at identifying the smell of them, too. This one smelled like smoke, but not like cigarette smoke - like wood-burning fireplace smoke. When he stopped and stared, he was gruffly made demands of to identify himself, and after doing so, and feeling a refined itch in his mind (which made him turn to the left, looking away from the smoky-guard and to another guard, this one easily identified as an elder vampire), he was then bid on his way.
Even the police officer at the park hadn't made him feel so accused as those two. Walking at a slightly faster pace than normal, the warning downstairs finally made sense to him. What guards? Why, these guards of course! He followed the rest of the directions and arrived at the door Conner was supposed to be behind. He knocked.