Ezra sat at the head of the large wooden table of the office, his fingers drumming lightly against the surface. The high tech daylight creation lights illuminated the room, giving the illusion that it was noon.
If not for the lack of windows and the soft hum of the generators working to power the facility, one would never know that they were underground.
Elliot walked into the tastefully decorated office, holding a thick folder of documents in his hands. His face was covered by the same black mask he wore when the occasion demanded it.
He and Ezra already knew each other's faces but this time, they were expecting an outsider inside the facility.
"Mr. M," Elliot began as he handed the folder over, "here's the latest report on the farmer's market."
Ezra took the folder without a word, flipping it open and scanning the contents. His keen eyes flicked over the numbers and summaries.
Chapters are now 1 per day at 4:00 (GMT + 8)