The Harmonic Technologies headquarters rose from the center of the business district like a tuning fork—two slender towers of glass and steel connected at the base by a curved structure. As their Bureau vehicle pulled into the visitor parking area, Maya studied the building's reflection in the morning sun.
"Describe it to me," James said, head slightly tilted toward her in the back seat.
Maya tapped his arm twice—their signal for her to prepare to speak. "Imagine a giant tuning fork standing on its base. Two identical towers, about forty stories, with a curved connecting structure at the bottom. Everything's glass and steel, reflecting the sky. Very deliberate symbolism."
James nodded, his lips curving slightly. "Sound and resonance like architecture. Verne would have loved that."
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