Leon’s POV
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The elevator doors slid open with a low chime. I stepped out onto the lab floor, hands tucked into my pockets, eyes sharp as they swept across the pristine white corridor.
Seconds later, the second elevator opened behind me. I didn’t need to look—I could feel the weight of their nervous stares trailing after me like shadows. No one met my gaze for more than a second. Typical.
I raised a brow.
They got the message and quickly began walking ahead, guiding me down the hallway. One of them—probably the most confident among the cowards—gestured to a door. “Here, Mr. Kael.”
I stepped in first. The rest followed like sheep. I scanned the lab slowly, taking in the machines, the vials, the sterile scent of chemicals and cold metal. “Take me there,” I ordered without turning.
