Aside from a slight downshift during his encounter with Lauren, Zane’s color screening has remained a consistent shade of yellow since Cat flipped the switch, activating higher frequencies within the body’s energy control center. “You mean the man behind all of this isn’t even your biological father?” Cat asks, stopping Zane in front of a semicircular reception desk with the Harrington Financial Services logo displayed in large block letters on the wall behind it. “My biological father was a married man whom I’ve never met. Charles adopted me when I was two years old—I’ve never known him as anything other than my father,” he responds curtly, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. “His office is in the back.” Behind the partition of the reception desk, are center rows of open cubicles with executive style offices flanking either side, each with a large dual-paned glass window that gives its occupant a view of the main work area. Some have their blinds drawn while others are open, revealing richly decorated spaces for the upper level executives that work there.
