Felix's office at JD Secure didn't have windows. That was by design. Dayo had built the facility himself three years ago, picked the location in a commercial park outside Austin where the land was cheap and the power grid was redundant. No natural light meant no distraction. No skyline meant no one could look in and wonder what happened behind the unmarked steel door. The sign outside said DATA SOLUTIONS INC. The receptionist answered phones for a company that didn't exist. The real work happened three floors below ground, in a room that hummed with the sound of machines thinking.
