Sarah led him past the main elevator bank—where normies rode—to a private alcove at the far end of the lobby. A single elevator door, sleek and black, with a discreet keypad beside it.
"Your keycard accesses this elevator," she explained. "It's exclusively for residents of floors 98, 99, and 100."
Exclusive elevator for the exclusive people on the exclusive floors. Got it. Very exclusive.
Phei pressed his card to the pad. A soft chime, and the doors slid open like they'd been waiting for him specifically.
The elevator interior was all dark wood and tinted glass—one entire wall transparent, facing the outside world. A window to everything.
They stepped in. Sarah pressed 98.
The doors closed.
And Downtown Paradise began to fall away beneath them like it owed him money and was fleeing the debt.
Phei moved closer to the glass wall, watching the city shrink.
