About twenty minutes later, Vogue walked through the front entrance of Titan Training Hall. The facility looked exactly as he remembered it—large, clean, professional, with dozens of people working out on various equipment throughout the main floor.
The moment he stepped inside, the receptionist at the front desk looked up and her eyes immediately lit up with recognition.
"Oh! Vogue, you're actually here! We're all so happy that you remembered this fine establishment and decided to visit us!" the receptionist said with an impossibly bright, warm smile that looked almost painfully fake in its exaggerated enthusiasm.
Vogue's face twitched involuntarily at the obvious insincerity. He had worked at this gym for months before his trial and knew this woman's true personality extremely well.
"I would have believed that greeting if it weren't for the fact that I worked here long enough to know your actual character, Fiona," Vogue said dryly, crossing his arms.
