30 Minutes Later.
The Solstice Holdings building was a glass needle piercing the smog.
Noah didn't use the door. He swung through a maintenance hatch on the thirtieth floor, landing in the server room hallway.
"Ten minutes, Noah," Jinx’s voice buzzed in his ear. "The loop at the apartment is degrading. If you’re not back on that couch when the buffer runs out, Sarah sees an empty room."
"I'm at the door," Noah whispered.
He approached Marcus Sol’s private office. The frosted glass door was dark.
He expected guards. He expected Sol shouting orders to shred documents.
He didn't expect silence.
Noah pushed the door open. The smell hit him instantly. Copper and voided bowels.
He stepped inside, weapon raised.
Marcus Sol was sitting in his leather executive chair. His head was tipped
