The ground was rough terrazzo, somewhat slippery.
They passed through a storage area lined with metal shelves on both sides, stacked with boxes of canned goods, flour, cooking oil, and some cleaning supplies.
Occasionally, they caught a glimpse of one or two figures in white chef uniforms flashing by the distant passageway entrance, but no one paid attention to this silent "delivery team."
At the end of the storage area, at the door of a room marked "No Entry Without Permission," Adil swiped a card once more to open the door.
This room was colder than the corridor, like a large cold storage ante-room.
There were no windows inside, just a lonely fluorescent tube, emitting a faint buzzing sound and stark white light.
A corner of the room was piled with some idle shelves and broken plastic baskets, with a bizarre smell of aged frozen meat and dry spices mixing in the air.
