The elevator exuded a cold, metallic feel. It went up thirty-six floors.
The numbers climbed one by one until they reached 36, and the elevator doors slid open with a DING.
There was no one outside. The hall was lined with numerous glass display cases, each housing a variety of venomous scorpions.
Directly ahead, Linden Grant, dressed in a white lab coat, was feeding the scorpions.
"Please, have a seat..." His voice was casual, as if Aurora Sinclair were a specially invited guest, not an enemy.
Aurora Sinclair watched him warily for a moment before lunging at him with incredible speed.
A faint smile touched the corners of Linden Grant's lips. A loud THUD echoed as Aurora Sinclair slammed into a transparent, flexible membrane.
"Young lady, it's not good to be so hot-tempered in the morning."
Linden Grant gave her a detached glance and shut the glass case.
He walked over to the sofa across from Aurora Sinclair and sat down. A robot immediately poured him some tea.
