Kyra followed her boss out of his very normal-looking office, down the hall to the next door, and on into a similarly normal-looking board room. Kind of cramped, even. Not what she'd expected from the super-secret executive meeting room, the holy of holies where all the money guys got together to discuss the future of the studio's projects.
Kevin didn't stop at the black-lacquer table but went right to the projector, reached below it, and fiddled with something there.
The projection screen hummed back into the wall, leaving a giant floor-to-ceiling gap. A secret passage on the fifth floor, downtown. Holy snotfungus.
Kyra blinked, but the doorway was still there.
"If you're very still, sometimes you can hear them from here, but the sound quality is loads better if you actually, you know, go inside."
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