Dire: Feng Houyi's Scheme
CHAPTER 51
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The polished chrome doors of TerraSol Tech slid open with a hiss, revealing a lobby that gleamed with cool, sterile elegance.
TerraSol Tech.
The word felt foreign on her tongue as she tried to say it. TerraSol Tech. had been her father's domain, a place she'd only visited a handful of times as a child.
Now, it was hers, at least temporarily. A knot of apprehension tightened in her stomach.
They walked past a sleek reception desk manned by a woman in a crisp uniform, the click of her fingers against the keyboard echoing in the lobby.
The air hung heavy with a faint scent of chlorine.
'A peculiar choice for a tech company,' Mei Xing thought, wrinkling her nose.
Xiao Lin led her down a hallway lined with glass-walled offices, each buzzing with activity. The hum of computers and the low murmur of conversation created a white noise.