13
As I step into the lobby of the Hunter Enterprises Research Building, it feels like I’m boarding a spaceship. That, or I’m becoming trapped inside some massive egg pod from the future. Everything here is curvy and made from white plastic. A receptionist sits behind her oblong desk. Other than that, there are no chairs, tables, or even other people hanging around.
Zeke, Cissy, and I step across the lobby floor. Actually, we do more of a squeak-walk, considering the way the plastic flooring sticks to our shoes.
Weird.
The receptionist looks up as we approach. “Thank you for visiting the Research Division of Hunter Enterprises,” she says smoothly. “I’m Albinia. How can I help you?”
My brows lift. Albinia is a good name for this chick. She’s short and petite with white-blonde hair and
