Three days later.
Levi stepped out of Marcus's office, leaving the older man to his phone call. He'd caught Elsey's name before he closed the door. Marcus's voice had that particular tone he reserved for old colleagues, equal parts affection and exasperation.
The warehouse floor opened up before him. Morning light poured through the tall windows, all beams cutting across the high ceiling, catching dust motes that drifted lazily through the air.
This place didn't feel anything like a music label. It felt lived-in already, despite only being opened this morning.
Down on the main floor, it was chaos as everyone organised the place.
