Robyn
The JP Wellness headquarters was in the Northside Industrial Park. I had never had a reason to go inside that area, so it was my first time setting eyes on the rather massive and sprawling two-story building. Unlike the drab factories and warehouses that surrounded it, the JP building looked ultra-modern, steel and glass, with a nicely manicured park surrounding it, and a full parking lot.
I pulled up to the gate and was stopped by a security guard. He was tall and well muscled, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of shades. He reminded me of Phoenix. He leaned down and peered in the window. “Vendor or visitor?”
“Um, visitor?”
“Okay, just a minute, I’ll get you a visitor’s parking pass.” He went back in the booth, and I felt myself starting to get nervous. Maybe this
