Rain lashed against the ground, the wind howled, and thunder boomed through the pitch-black night.
In the core production complex for "Bennett's Secret Recipe" sat deep in the suburbs.
Most of the workshops were already dark, with only the occasional security guard making his rounds.
Wrapped in a black raincoat, Vivian slipped through the grounds like a shadow, keeping herself pressed against the base of the wall.
She'd already blown every last cent she had.
After bribing an access-control administrator who was about to quit, she'd gotten her hands on a keycard for the core fermentation workshop.
Beep...
The heavy workshop door clicked softly before sliding open.
Vivian darted inside and quickly locked the door behind her.
The air was thick with the rich, pungent aroma of spices.
