Afternoon.
The marble floors contributed to the reputable image that of Kranian Industries - rich, and topnotch. Even though their external surroundings held no touch of symmetrical fake garden parks that Skycorp had, one would be awed inside the establishment. Everything was squeaky clean; the marbles had a smooth coating that provided a faint mirror. The bright lights above them bounced against the marble floor, hence, intensifying the illumination within the confines of the room.
Brigz laid demarcation lines on the floor, the traffic-yellow one that sticks almost permanently. Scrubbing it for removal could be very frustrating.
"What's that for?" Lance asked the operator who was bent over, sticking the yellow lines.
"This is to maintain the order of things, boss. The lines would remind anyone here the placements should be within the assigned demarcations."
