As Damien departed from the conference hall, he stood in awe of the immense corridor stretching before him. The corridor, adorned with twelve walls of shimmering granite, extended at least five kilometers in both directions. This revelation showed that it precisely positioned the conference room at the center of this colossal superstructure. The level of intricacy in the interior design, revealed when he examined it with his X-ray vision, surpassed his comprehension. At that moment, one name resonated in his mind—Theodore.
While he contemplated the whereabouts of the lady he sought, a haughty, feminine voice disrupted his thoughts, "You're keeping me waiting."
Following the source of the voice, Damien looked up and beheld a stunning woman gracefully suspended upside down from the ceiling. "Approximately 45 seconds," he responded.
"Indeed, you made me wait for a whole 45 seconds," Olivia Quinelly retorted, her expression displaying a mild scowl.
