SEAN'S POV
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Walking into the lobby, the reception lady that has worked here longer than I have gives me a pitiful look, but then looks away again. I ignore it, finding it strange because she'd usually smile. I step into the elevator with two cups of coffee in a holder, my usual coffee and milk with two sugars and Dalia's latte-- whatever the hell that consists of.
The elevator doors groan open and I stride into the busy office, people running around with papers, other's moving with equipment down to the lab, and phones are ringing and being answered in a matter of a second while others make phone calls.
Two weeks before our new chip releases into the world, and the press are biting at our heels for any sort of information, information that won't be released until Logan releases it.
