Chapter 775

The walk to Hanako’s office was shorter than Karl had expected.

When the elevator came to a stop in that restricted section, he finally understood what the word office meant to Hanako — the entire floor was her private domain.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Night City’s neon glow served as natural illumination; smart glass adjusted its transparency with the shifting angle of the moonlight, and even the air circulation carried a faint scent of cherry blossoms.