The building didn't look impressive from the outside.
It wasn't meant to.
No glass walls, no flashy design, nothing that tried to announce importance to the street. Just a wide compound, faded paint in places where the sun had stayed too long, security at the gate that looked more used to routine than urgency. Cars moved in and out without noise, drivers already familiar with where to stop, where not to linger.
Sharon stepped out first, phone in her hand, eyes moving quickly across the compound before settling back on the entrance. She didn't speak immediately. She didn't need to. Dayo had already taken in the same details the moment the car slowed down.
This was not a place that rushed for anyone.
Inside, the air felt different from outside. Cooler, controlled, but not comfortable. A receptionist sat behind a desk that had seen years of use, not decoration. She looked up when they approached, not surprised, not curious, just aware.
Sharon handled it.
