White-Rabbit
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(ID: rVJE0SHT)
10/31/2025, 2:21:50 AM
No.6325888
>>6325886
Eventually, you make it to the exec elevator, Wyatt in tow, and approach the security interface.
"Good evening Mr. Black, please stand by for full biometric scanning. Place both hands on the pads in front of you, and face the optic lens directly." Says a neutral, feminine voice from the speaker, and you comply. As lasers begin caressing your figure and reading your iris, it goes on. "Please say aloud your designation for the vocal identification system. It says.
"Looking Glass" You reply, tone even and voice clear.
"Thank you, Mr. Black, access granted." The machine answers, and the doors slide open to permit your entry. The executive elevator has a sleek, barren interior, with no reflective surfaces on the inside. It's spacious as well, capable of moving at least a dozen people comfortably. It's also fast, and in no time at all you have risen another twenty six floors, to the forty first, where the conference room for the Board of Directors is located, and you make your way there in short order, passing two more security checkpoints to do so.
The boardroom is really more of a war room, with companies of your size being more like governments in some respects. Of the more than two million people living in Charleston, Syron employs sixty thousand through its various subsidiaries, and indirectly employs another hundred thousand. Since establishing the regional HQ here seventy years ago, more of the company's focus has gradually shifted, and the distribution network - most of all the shipyards and harbor - have now made this the seat of Syron's power. Mr. Murtagh lives in the penthouse on the fifty second floor, and many employees reside in the residential wards that comprise some of the lower floors.
There is a black, circular table in the middle of the chamber, with a holo-caster situated in the center, and five chairs surrounding it, four of them occupied. You're not last for a lack of timeliness on your part, in fact, you are exactly on time. The others preceded you because of how you have instilled promptness in all of them over the last five years you have served on the board as Director of Operations. Before that, as Monroe mentioned, you climbed from consultant to senior manager to department president and finally to the director's chair. All that after being 'aggressively recruited', to put it lightly, by Mr. Murtagh personally, who has maintained an interest in your particular talents for finding, learning, and acquiring what he needs.
>Cont'd
Eventually, you make it to the exec elevator, Wyatt in tow, and approach the security interface.
"Good evening Mr. Black, please stand by for full biometric scanning. Place both hands on the pads in front of you, and face the optic lens directly." Says a neutral, feminine voice from the speaker, and you comply. As lasers begin caressing your figure and reading your iris, it goes on. "Please say aloud your designation for the vocal identification system. It says.
"Looking Glass" You reply, tone even and voice clear.
"Thank you, Mr. Black, access granted." The machine answers, and the doors slide open to permit your entry. The executive elevator has a sleek, barren interior, with no reflective surfaces on the inside. It's spacious as well, capable of moving at least a dozen people comfortably. It's also fast, and in no time at all you have risen another twenty six floors, to the forty first, where the conference room for the Board of Directors is located, and you make your way there in short order, passing two more security checkpoints to do so.
The boardroom is really more of a war room, with companies of your size being more like governments in some respects. Of the more than two million people living in Charleston, Syron employs sixty thousand through its various subsidiaries, and indirectly employs another hundred thousand. Since establishing the regional HQ here seventy years ago, more of the company's focus has gradually shifted, and the distribution network - most of all the shipyards and harbor - have now made this the seat of Syron's power. Mr. Murtagh lives in the penthouse on the fifty second floor, and many employees reside in the residential wards that comprise some of the lower floors.
There is a black, circular table in the middle of the chamber, with a holo-caster situated in the center, and five chairs surrounding it, four of them occupied. You're not last for a lack of timeliness on your part, in fact, you are exactly on time. The others preceded you because of how you have instilled promptness in all of them over the last five years you have served on the board as Director of Operations. Before that, as Monroe mentioned, you climbed from consultant to senior manager to department president and finally to the director's chair. All that after being 'aggressively recruited', to put it lightly, by Mr. Murtagh personally, who has maintained an interest in your particular talents for finding, learning, and acquiring what he needs.
>Cont'd