The revolving glass doors whispered open as Liora stepped inside the tower. Her pulse beat faster than it had all week. The lobby was unlike anything she’d ever seen, sleek and too quiet, lit with strips of light that pulsed faintly along the floor like a heartbeat. The building didn’t feel like steel and concrete. It felt alive. The walls shifted faintly as though they were breathing, and the air held a strange, charged scent that curled around her like silk. Her cheap heels tapped nervously against the pristine floor as she walked up to the reception desk, clutching her bag against her chest like it could shield her from the weight of the building’s gaze.
She’d taken this job out of desperation. Three months behind on rent. Her younger brother depending on her. No options left. When she
