Morning light slanted through the massive atrium windows, catching dust motes that drifted lazily over polished marble floors. The smell of coffee and formaldehyde hung in the air — a strange, welcoming cocktail.

Your first day.

A woman with cascading red curls and paint-flecked overalls leaned against the security desk, tapping a tablet against her thigh. She spotted you the moment you pushed through the revolving doors.