The private office stood on the twenty-third floor of a building overlooking the financial district.
From the outside, it looked like an ordinary corporate suite. No company name was displayed near the entrance, and the reception area was unusually quiet for a weekday afternoon.
Clara stepped out of the elevator with Arthur beside her.
Aaron was waiting near the corridor.
"Are they still inside?" Clara asked.
"Yes. Two security officers are watching the main entrance, and another team is covering the emergency exit. Nobody has left."
"Good. Has anyone entered?"
"One man arrived fifteen minutes ago. He wasn't carrying identification, but our team recognized him as one of Sebastian's associates."
Clara's expression hardened.
"Then we're not dealing with a private meeting. We're dealing with a gathering."
Arthur glanced at her. "Do you want me to speak to the building manager first?"
"No. If we give them another warning, they'll have time to destroy whatever they're hiding."
