~~Mira~~
There was no first welcome on my first day.
No tour.
No introduction.
Just a biometric scan, a locked office office suite on the 47th floor, and a sharp-tongued assistant named Renna who handed me a black key card and said, “You’ll use the east-west workstation. Don’t touch anything unless instructed. He doesn’t like surprises.”
I nodded mutely, already feeling like a trespasser.
Mr Draven will arrive; he's ready. Don’t ask when.”
Of course.
The studio space was minimalist. Glass walls. Floating screens. Touchpads that glowed to life as I passed.
My name was listed under an internal project: Dramen Spatial Division. Rebranding Future Skies.
Only three names were attached.
Evan Draven.
Renna Syne.
Mira Caldwell.
No team.
No buffer.
Just me and him.
Why?
He walked
