After exchanging numbers with Lucas and Jasmine, Noah headed toward the exit, mind already plotting how to leverage their talents. His phone buzzed with a new message as he pushed through the double doors into the afternoon sun.
Lieutenant Adam: Higher-ups want to meet. Reward for the scientist extraction mission. How soon can you get here?
Noah's pace didn't falter.
Noah typed back: ETA 40 minutes.
"Sir, the pharmaceutical chaos has generated $17.2 million in profits. Would you like me to begin reinvestment protocols?" his AI assistant asked as he slid into the Bentley.
"Start them. Standard pattern."
"Processing now."
...
Noah pulled into the security checkpoint.
The guard's eyes widened slightly. "ID sir?"
Noah handed over his card. The guard scanned it, then straightened his posture.
"Right this way, sir."
