I pushed open the heavy wooden door to the executive suite.
The space inside took my breath for a second. It was easily the most beautiful room I had ever seen. A genuine pre-catastrophe family suite, built for people who once believed comfort was a birthright.
Soaring ceilings with ornate but cracked moldings. Large windows draped in heavy, faded velvet curtains that still held hints of deep crimson. Plush sofas arranged around a low central table. Actual wooden furniture that wasn't falling apart. A faint scent of old polish and dust hung in the air, mixed with the distant smell of the city outside.
The entire team was already seated when I walked in. They had clearly been deep in conversation, the kind that stops abruptly when the wrong person enters
"Abram," General Sinn said, his voice cutting through the silence the moment he saw me.
