The secretary who’d been there the first day was no longer manning the desk. It was quiet inside and the normal hustle and bustle she expected wasn’t there. “Shouldn’t there be people here, especially this time of night?” “They’re here baby, don’t worry. I can smell them. Everyone is right where they’re supposed to be. They’re all waiting to watch Ronin and Royce’s interrogation. It’s somewhat of a spectacle here among us.” Draven tugged her to his side and they took the elevator down to the sub level. The walls were stark white, soundless. Not a hum or buzz of electrical items doing their job to support the building. It was too quiet. She wasn’t worried if they’d be attacked, but the silence put her nerves at attention, made her twitchy. There were only a few doors lining the walls and each of them was slightly ajar with no lights.
