Medora
The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the towering building, its glass façade gleaming like a diamond under the sun. Bold red letters spelled out AERO-BERRY high above, commanding attention. The sight was breathtaking—modern, sleek, and brimming with significance. I hadn’t expected Clyde to bring me here, but a thrill coursed through me at the thought. What’s the story behind the name? I wondered. I’d have to ask him.
“Thank you,” I mouthed to the driver as I stepped out, the cool air brushing against my skin.
Without delay, a smartly dressed attendant approached and led me inside. The first floor was a showcase of Aero-Berry’s portable products, beautifully displayed on sleek counters. Scattered around were a few minimalist tables and chairs occupied by professionals deep
