In the heart of the city center, amidst the towering skyscrapers, stood an unmarked plain tall black gate. It led to a narrow entranceway that stretched deep between the buildings. At its end was a tall, smooth wooden door, devoid of handles or visible hinges.
Demi lowered her window and pressed her palm against a discreet panel embedded in the door. A faint blue light scanned her hand. With a soft mechanical hum, the door slid open sideways, revealing a wide vintage courtyard.
Demi drove in smoothly, came to a stop, and let Yan Shu out. Then, she turned left and descended into the underground parking, the sleek car disappearing into the shadowed ramp.
