Alexis's office had always been a fancy room, but it looks like lately she'd transformed it into something that wouldn't have looked out of place in a high-end medical facility. State-of-the-art diagnostic equipment lined the walls, from advanced imaging systems to specialized monitoring devices that could track everything from neural activity to cellular regeneration rates. The centerpiece was an examination table that could have been lifted straight from a research hospital, complete with integrated sensors and holographic display capabilities.
I settled onto the examination table, trying to maintain the careful balance of appearing injured enough to justify my recent behavior while not overdoing the performance. The padding was comfortable, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into a trap of my own making.
