The heavy metal roll-up door of the Sunnyvale warehouse was cracked open just enough to let the late afternoon breeze circulate.
Toby killed the engine of the sedan and pulled the parking brake.
"We are officially off-campus," Toby said, pulling his keys out of the ignition. "No more curfews. No more dining hall food. Just us and the servers."
Grayson Knight opened his door and stepped onto the cracked asphalt. "Grab the bags. Put them in the administrative office for now. We will secure corporate housing apartments in San Jose by the end of the week."
"Corporate housing?" Toby asked, popping the trunk. "Like, actual apartments?"
"Vanguard requires its executive team to be located within a ten-minute radius of the primary server array," Grayson said, grabbing his black duffel bag. "We
