We both laughed, and I left her office, closing the door behind me. On the way back to my desk, I grabbed my jacket out of habit, and my hand automatically slid into my pocket. All I felt were a few coins. Right. They had my phone downstairs. As always.
I sighed and started walking. The first possible mole on the list worked on this floor, thankfully.
The far end of the corridor opened into the Localization and Language Processing wing—one of those departments that always felt slightly different from the rest of TechForge. Instead of the see-through glass everywhere else, this place used frosted panels that glowed softly when the lights hit them. The air was warm, quieter. You could hear the faint hum of people speaking into headsets, repeating the same sentences over and over for audio models. A whole wall on the left held a huge digital world map, pulsing with tiny red dots marking active language streams.
