"Mr. Lin?" the receptionist asked, leaning forward in confusion. "You said you were here to see President Su?"
Lin Mo could still feel the stinging heat of the Quantum Storage Unit on his fingertips. He looked down at his palm, where a faint, dark red mark in the shape of a jagged, torn star flickered.
"I have a ten o'clock appointment with President Su," he replied mechanically, his gaze fixed through the lobby’s glass curtain wall on the office on the thirty-eighth floor. The light was on. Su Zhiyuan’s silhouette moved behind the blinds like an insect trapped in amber.
Chapter 56