Amber blinked in surprise as the man approached her before regaining her usual composure. "Oh, um, well, I think he and Julia left somewhere," she said, backing up a little.
- - - - - - - - "Well, I'm sure they'll be back soon." Sloan glanced at the antique map concealing the entrance to the control room. "You like art, I see. Well, perhaps you'll give me a hand unpacking these then." Either ignoring or oblivious to Amber's obvious discomfort, he stepped forward and handed her a small crate while he picked up another. "Let's get these open." he said leading her to the study. "How do you like living here? A bit different than Boston, I should think?" Sloan's face was gentle, but the gaze seemed to pass right through the young woman.
