He sauntered into the main hall, muttering something to himself. Staff who saw him approach them gave a nod, and a smile to complete the silent formalities.

“Where is Jessica?” Mark, who strolled to the spot he graced with his feet, was asked. “Good morning, Mark.”

“How do you feel, Mr. Stone?” Mark asked, grabbing the briefcase from his hand. “Jessica is in the room where Synthara lives.” The young man was attempting to be humorous, and the young CEO, who figured out the gesture, smiled shortly.

“Get her for me as soon as possible,” he mandated, this time headed for the elevator that guided him to his office. Alexander...