POV: Lina
At Noir, coffee flows faster than blood.
I've had three today and it's not even noon yet.
"You're going to get tachycardia," a colleague tells me.
I already got it from the foundation, but thanks, I think, and smile politely.
My inbox is full, I have two scripts running, and a new permission on my wristband: access to the sixth floor, wing B. Or rather, Project Umbra.
I take a quick look around before sitting down to work. The door beeps at my wristband and I enter.
Aurora is standing in front of the whiteboard, marking things under the title. Her hair is pulled back, she has dark circles under her eyes worthy of war, and an expression I haven't seen in days: concentration, not just endurance.
"So this is your kingdom," I say, leaning on the frame.
"It's a warehouse with pretensions," she replies. "But it works."
