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56. Ted hesitated at the threshold, his senses on high alert

Ted hesitated at the threshold, his senses on high alert. The room was dimly lit, with only a few scattered beams of sunlight streaming through the partially drawn blinds. The hum of machinery grew louder in his ears, and his eyes darted around, taking in every detail. 

On the far wall, a whiteboard was filled with diagrams of what looked like advanced vehicle systems, mathematical equations scrawled alongside them. Tables were cluttered with models, charts, and a few coffee-stained papers.

In the center of it all stood a tall man in his mid-forties, wearing a neatly pressed suit and holding a tablet. He had an air of authority but carried himself with a calm demeanor. Behind him, a younger assistant shuffled through some documents.

“Ted,” the man said again, his voice firm but not unkind. “We’ve been expecting you. Please, come in.”

Ted stepped forward, his mind racing. He still had no idea why he’d been summoned or what was about to unfold. 

As he approached, the man extended a hand. “Professor Johnson,” he introduced himself, giving Ted a firm handshake. “I oversee special projects here at the Department of Transported Technology. And this,” he gestured to the assistant, “is Ms. Clarke, one of our top research fellows.”


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