The doors of the private executive elevator closed with a muted click, cutting off the distant, chaotic buzz of the Veyra One production floor. Inside the mirrored cab, the silence was immediate, save for the faint electronic hum of the descent.
Jake reached up, loosening his silk tie by a fraction of an inch, his expression completely neutral.
Chloe, however, was already tracking a fast-moving storm on her tablet. The screen illuminated her face in sharp blues and whites as cascading lines of data updated at intervals of less than a second.
