The early morning sky was still tinged with the fading purples of dawn as George arrived at the Skyline Enterprise. He adjusted his charcoal black suit, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket as he entered the building. The lobby was quieter than usual, with only a few early risers hurrying to their offices.
As he approached, the security kindly collected the luggage he was holding, as instructed by Nebula.
The elevator doors opened on the executive floor, George was greeted by the sight of Nebula waiting for him. She cut an impressive figure in a tailored navy blue pantsuit, her hair swept up in an elegant chignon. A single strand of pearls adorned her neck, adding a touch of classic sophistication to her outfit.
"Good morning, George," Nebula said, her voice cool and professional. "Are you ready for our trip?"
George nodded, trying to ignore the flutter of nervousness in his stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be."
