H.C.P Foundation.
10 A.M.
The year is unknown.
Xu Jing walked along the pristine white corridor, her feet treading on the self-luminous green coating of the floor.
She was dressed in a red business suit, with three buttons of her black blouse undone at the collar, the lower half comprising black business trousers and black high-heeled shoes in a minimalistic style.
On both sides of the corridor hung dozens of portrait paintings. These men and women had been members of the highest echelon, the Pathfinder Council of the Foundation, most of whom had passed away.
The Foundation maintained a strict hierarchy among its personnel. Different levels of staff had vastly different roles and privileges, with additional rank divisions within certain levels. Access to information was strictly regulated according to one's rank.
