As the city lights twinkled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the professional facade of the 14th floor finally gave way to a much more private, unrecorded meeting.
Mei felt a shiver. She knew what he was suggesting. The office, once a place of rigid rules and polite bows, was transforming into a private stage. She reached back, her fingers brushing his sleeve.
Sato walked behind her chair, his hand resting lightly on the headrest. "The data can wait. The cleaning crew won't be here for another three hours, and the security cameras in this wing are... undergoing maintenance."