The elevator stops, and a huge room opens up in front of us. Grey carpet, white walls, huge windows, a treadmill in front of them, and fitness machines.
"This way " I hear his cold voice and follow him to the left. A frosted glass wall, a door, and I see Flynn enter. I have to catch the door before it closes. Enormous windows with a view of the ocean, a dark desk, and gray bookshelves, stacked with books. English, French or some signs, Japanese signs I suppose. A bonsai tree in a white flat pot on the corner of the desk, a few ballpoint pens in thin long glass, and a Mac Air. World"s thinnest laptop yet.
He arranges papers next to it, blows a long breath, turns left, and heads for the other wall of milk glass. He presses it, and only now do I notice the double hinges along the wall. A
