At the Grand Exteria Hotel
On the forty-second floor, far above the noise of traffic of the streets, a corridor stretched in complete silence. The carpet was thick, where every footsteps is safe, and the lights were dimmed to a controlled glow. At the very end of that corridor, stood a pair of reinforced steel doors, and deliberate plain walls.
There were no signs, no numbers, only a biometric scanner and a small, unblinking red light that watched everything. Beyond those doors lay the executive archive room. It was a place for few trusted employees can only intered.
Inside, Evan, the personal assistant of Aldrich Kim Zawoshky sat alone.
A single desk stood at the center of the room. Evan occupied the chair behind it, his posture rigid, his elbows resting on the smooth surface as his
