"Mr. Santos, we will need to enroll your biometrics first." Martin said to Michael when they got to the door.
The procedure was quite simple, and in just a matter of about 2 minutes, Michael had already completed all the necessary procedures.
And with that, using a fingerprint scan, the door was opened, revealing what was behind it.
Beyond it was the private residence, a suite. The living area was softly lit, with warm-toned wooden floors and a wide rug that softened every footstep.
A compact but high-end kitchenette stretched along one wall, its appliances hidden behind matte white panels. It carried only the essentials, but each piece was premium; silent induction surfaces, a smart refrigerator, and an automated dispenser for late-night beverages.
Down a short corridor sat the bedroom, the most serene part of the suite. The bed, larger than a king bed but not overly indulgent, was framed by a headboard made of soft fabric and subtle backlighting.
