Claire crossed the lobby to the glass elevator, her heels making quiet clicks on the pale granite floor. The presence stayed with her, hovering in the background, scanning her mind, lightly but attentively. Standard practice. People tended to guard themselves during live encounters, such as being questioned by a receptionist. Once past a check point, the body and mind relaxed, and hidden thoughts strayed to the surface. If she was guilty of anything, her relief at having made it this far would be apparent. She had to appear normal. Most people would be slightly nervous before a job interview
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