The next day.
Sethiyan Federation Georgetown Science Institute.
The sun was shining brightly, but it was already the end of summer. A black executive business van approached the guard post, and the security guard walked up to the window, Leona rolled down the window.
"This area is not open to the public, ma'am," the security guard said.
Leona frowned, "Do I look like a member of the public to you? I have an appointment."
The security guard tapped his earpiece and his AR glasses pulled up a menu to check the list, looking like a daydreaming fool during the process.
A dozen seconds later, the car entered the underground parking garage, and Leona got out of the vehicle.
She wore a purple off-the-shoulder top paired with a knee-length dark purple business suit skirt and high heels, her hair pinned up at the back of her head, followed by a crew-cut bodyguard.
