Stepping out of the taxi across the road, Max found himself standing still, his eyes fixed on the structure ahead. The Fortis Group headquarters rose high and imposing, a gleaming monument of glass and steel, its outer walls lined with cameras and watchpoints. It was less a corporate office and more a fortress, a citadel of security, built to impress and to intimidate.
Max crossed his arms and let a small grin curl onto his lips. It really does look like an iron fortress. Anyone trying to break into this place would have a nightmare. And maybe… just maybe… this could be a place for me too. If I take over a floor and turn it into a living quarter, I'd have one of the safest homes imaginable.
His eyes wandered up to the neat row of cameras sweeping across the perimeter. And with those cameras outside, I'd even see Aron the moment he tried to come looking for me. No more sneaking around with him breathing down my neck.
