The Maeridian Tower rose several stories above the commercial district, its dark glass facade reflecting the morning sun in shifting patterns that made the building look like it was moving.
Kate parked in the executive garage and led Jaenor through security with the ease of someone who made this journey every working day.
The security staff—all women—greeted her by name and barely glanced at Jaenor beyond the cursory visual check that confirmed he wasn't carrying anything obviously dangerous.
The lobby was impressive. All polished stone and indirect lighting, with the Ardan Motors logo displayed prominently across the far wall in brushed steel. People moved through the space with purpose—women in business attire, men in support roles carrying equipment or documents, everyone contributing to the organized flow of a functioning corporation.
Eyes followed them to the elevator.
