The Vipers' Den

At exactly 8:00 a.m., Elara stepped through the sleek, automated glass doors of the Park Pharmaceuticals building. The air conditioning washed over her, a blast of crisp, sanitized air that instantly cooled the nervous flush on her cheeks. Her sensible flats clicked softly against the polished marble floor of the ultra-modern lobby. She swiped her temporary access card at the security turnstile, a