The day before:
Darren had brought Ileana into the Complex late at evening. That way, there weren't many in the office when they entered.
She had been awed by the place, but Darren's cutthroat behavior and straightforwardness left her no time to admire the beautiful dome.
They entered his office. When he closed the door, gently, all she could think of was what he wanted. Was this good or was it bad?
Pale light filtered into the office, the last warmth of a long California sunset brushing softly across the dark oak of his desk. The blinds were drawn halfway, casting a diagonal pattern over the carpet and catching dust motes that hung suspended in the silence.
Darren sat down and motioned for her to follow. After she did, they said nothing for a moment and silence ruled.
The room its breath as well, like the walls were aware of the weight about to be placed on this conversation.
