Chapter 3
Director Nancy Portman was having one of those days. It wasn’t that anything was going wrong. Just everything felt off. Her breakfast had tasted weird, her coffee a bit bitter, the weather a bit chilled, and even the commuter line a bit bumpier. She closed her eyes as she stood in the elevator, taking in and letting out a long breath to center herself. The day had hardly begun. Still plenty of time to smooth it out. At least the receptionist and guards below had let her be inst. . .