Chapter 352: Crisis In Gotham (Part 7)
Once inside the building, Arias led the way toward the elevator with his usual quiet demeanor. Cheshire and Tala followed without a word.
There was no chatter. No idle attempts at conversation.
Tala, usually eager to speak when near Arias, stayed silent. She still felt she hadn’t truly left an impression on him—not the one she wanted. Not like Cheshire, who walked with the casual confidence of someone already occupying space.
The elevator arrived with a muted ding. Arias entered first, pressing the button for the 40th floor. The doors slid shut behind them with a soft hiss.
The ride was brief. Just long enough to feel drawn out in the silence.
Then came the chime, and the doors opened.
The entire 40th floor was barebones in layout—having four rooms only which stretched one whole area of the floor each, all labeled "Conference Room" with respective numbers etched elegantly into the frosted darkened glass of each entrance.
Directly ahead of them was Conference Room 1. Its blackened glass walls were tinted with a subtle reflective coat—dark enough to obscure visibility, but clear enough that vague silhouettes inside might still be perceived in motion.
Arias stepped forward without hesitation.
As he approached the door, it slid open on its own with a soft mechanical whirr. He was just about to enter when he turned his head slightly to the side and said plainly,
"You two wait here."
The tone wasn’t harsh, but it held no room for negotiation.