The Vosstech tower dominated La Défense's skyline, a monolith of mirrored glass reflecting the sprawl of Paris's business district, its lobby a cavern of polished granite and holographic displays flickering with legacy patents.
Mourning banners draped the atrium, stock tickers scrolling red, but operations ground on, the machine unyielding.
Eleanor had come for a routine handover but her purpose sharpened on the locket in her pocket, its silver a talisman demanding answers.
Calder worked here as senior consultant, embedded deep in strategy, his role a quiet sabotage she remained oblivious to. She spotted him earlier, heading to the archives. A perfect timing for confrontation.
The storage room lurked on the sublevel, a dimly lit warren of filing cabinets, archived drives, and dusty l
