Seventh floor underground.
Ding! Ding!
The elevator door opened, and a staff member pushed the dining cart in. He was dressed in a black suit with a bow tie, the standard attire of an elite in the workplace.
To the left of the elevator door was the Guard's Lounge. The moment the elevator door opened, a man in his thirties walked out. He had a cigarette in his mouth and was rubbing his hands as he stood at the door. He smiled and said, " "You've worked hard, you've worked hard."
The staff pushed the dining cart into the lounge and glanced at the surveillance equipment on the wall. He retracted his gaze, pulled the tablecloth, and opened the lid. tentacle monster, the foie gras, caviar, fruit salad, borscht, medium-well steak, a bottle of red wine ... I'm out of caviar."
"Good things are always in short supply," the tentacle monster said regretfully.
He helped the staff place the dinner on the table and glanced at the empty dining car. "Where's his food?"
