Off Limits
We both spun around instantly.
Miller stepped out from the narrow hallway leading to the building's service stairs, his movements entirely silent despite the heavy tactical boots he wore. He had discarded his standard corporate blazer, standing in a tight black tactical polo shirt that showed the massive, functional build of his chest and shoulders. He held a secure, military-grade ruggedized laptop beneath his left arm, its dark casing covered in localized radio-frequency shielding.
He didn't apologize for the intrusion. He didn't offer a corporate greeting. He simply walked over to my primary vanity table, swept a stack of face-chart sketchbooks to the side with a single, efficient motion,