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doors.
Despite my irritation, I couldn't help but be impressed with Gideon Cross's spacious
command center. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city on two sides, while a wall of glass
faced the rest of the office space. The one opaque wall opposite the massive desk was covered in
flat screens streaming news channels from around the world. There were three distinct seating areas,
each one larger than Mark's entire office, and a bar that showcased jeweled crystal decanters, which
provided the only spots of color in a palette that was otherwise black, gray, and white.
Cross hit a button on his desk that closed the doors; then another that instantly frosted the
clear glass wall, effectively shielding us from the view of his employees. With the beautiful
sapphire-hued reflective film on the exterior windows, privacy was assured. He shrugged out of his
jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack. Then he returned to where I'd remained standing just