Joan Shaw cooked a simple meal of two dishes and a soup. She packed some of it into a thermos, planning to take it to the office to find Miles Xavier.
When she left, Caleb Adler had already gone to pick up their two little treasures, so she called a driver to take her there herself.
The Xavier Corporation building was on Financial Street. It stood 88 stories tall—a very auspicious number.
Night fell like a giant net, gathering the entirety of Imperia within its weave.
"Ma'am, how long will you be upstairs? Should I wait for you here?" the driver asked, leaning his head out.
Joan Shaw clutched the thermos, glanced at her watch, and turned back with a smile. "Just wait here for a little while. He's busy with work, so I'll come right back down after I drop off his dinner."
"Alright!" the driver replied, pulling the car into a parking space.
