Elder Williams, at your service.

In between the argument he had with Enzo in his office, and intense hours of sorting pack paperwork, Noah didn't notice how fast the time had flown by.

He found himself standing in front of the massive wall-length mirror, adjusting the tie he hated.

No matter how many times he tried to tie it over and over again, how hard he tried to make it look decent, nothing seemed to work.

After countless failed attempts, he ripped the tie off and squeezed the long piece of fabric in his hand before tossing it away.

If he couldn't make it work, he'd rather go without it and be the only man who doesn't look all business casual.

His eyes darted over his body, and oddly enough, Noah couldn't say he recognized the face staring back at him.

It felt as if he was facing a stranger. A soulless, empty shell of a man he once was. Perhaps Enzo was right, and Noah did lose himself somewhere along the way of poor choices and bad decisions.

Noah could notice far too many things that seemed off, even wron