They entered the company building through the underground parking lot, where Clyde's car rolled smoothly into a reserved space.
Micah stepped out of the car and stretched his arms slightly, looking around with open curiosity. Even the parking area felt far more refined than those in ordinary office buildings. It was spotless, the polished floor reflecting the bright overhead lights, and the spaces were arranged with meticulous order.
Clyde walked ahead without hesitation, clearly used to the environment. Micah followed him closely, adjusting the brim of his cap and making sure his mask was firmly in place.
They entered a private elevator located at the far end of the parking lot. The doors slid open immediately as if the building itself had been waiting for Clyde's arrival.
Micah stepped inside and leaned slightly against the mirrored wall, watching the floor numbers light up one by one as the elevator ascended.
The ride was smooth and silent.
