Avery
The building rose from the ground like a giant, dwarfing the surrounding buildings on the busy London street. Its glittering, obsidian facade reflected the sun’s morning rays. A discrete sign read ‘E. D. Industries’ on a shiny gold plaque. Like most London streets, people bustled about, all pushchairs and briefcases, all walks of life moving by, seemingly oblivious to the monstrous building that looked out of place.
I frowned at Erik in question, and he grinned widely.
“I’ll explain inside.”
He swiped a key card over a pad and leaned close for a retinal scan. The door clicked, and Erik ushered us through. Inside, the lobby was expansive, rising at least five stories and light-filled despite the tinted exterior glass. Black styling continued inside, but it was offset by greys and
