Before Izack could sink any deeper into his thoughts, someone gently cleared his throat beside him.
The alpha turned to his left, his amber eyes landing on the stranger standing there.
An elderly man with neatly combed gray hair offered him a warm smile before reaching for one of the suitcases.
"Allow me," he said. "I'll show you to your room."
"Oh…" Izack quickly shook his head. "I can carry them."
The old man let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.
"If I let a guest carry his own luggage while I stand around watching, Madam would scold me for the rest of the day."
Unable to argue with that reasoning, Izack loosened his grip on the suitcase.
"…Thank you."
"My name is Oliver, by the way." The old man introduced himself with another friendly smile before leading the way down the hallway. "I've worked for this family for over thirty years."
"I see…" Izack naturally fell into step beside him. "It must be nice, working with them for so long."
