Chapter 695 They Just Can't Break Free

Basically, the folks working here had it decent—they were not getting squeezed dry. They were just like any other office worker in Lake City. There was no real difference. If there was something off, it was that this was not your average workplace. I just nodded, keeping quiet because the elevator had dinged to our floor. Stepping out into the hallway, I was hit by a wave of hustle and bustle. The corridor was huge, with offices on both sides. Sounds spilled out everywhere: the rapid-fire tap-tap of keyboards, the low buzz of phone calls, and the sharp voices of people rushing to get shipments out. For a second, I felt like I had walked into the bustling offices of Scott Corporation. If I did not know better, I would think this was just another place to clock in and make a buck. "Ms. Scott, over here," Inch called out, guiding me toward an office. It was like any office in Lake City, except here, no matter how much cash you made, you could not take it with you. The office was b