HARPER
The atmosphere in GenVanta was cool—sleek, professional. It carried the same refined energy as SynCore. However, this was my first time stepping inside, or even hearing the name, despite how massive and ridiculously wealthy the company clearly was.
I'd done a quick search before coming. Apparently, they were ranked among the top three Biotech firms in New York, which made it all the more strange that I'd never heard of them.
"Are you alright?" Dominic asked, his hand settling on my waist.
I straightened up, nodding wordlessly. My nerves were fraying, but his presence, though annoying, was oddly reassuring.
He had insisted on coming with me, even after I told him it wasn't necessary. All I needed was the address. I could've come alone or taken his driver.
But apparently, Dominic didn't trust me that much.
"SynCore's just five minutes from here," he said. "You could still take a detour."
