"Do you happen to have some highly reflective pieces of metal?"
Inside a massive open space filled with stores, furnaces, pillars, and rugged people, Lucien was inside one such store.
Clank!
"How reflective do you want it to be?" A thin, tanned man asked, while a constant clanking sound came from behind.
Lucien wiped the minimal sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief and answered, "Enough that I can see my face in that."
Meanwhile, the tanned man saw it and reduced the temperature of the Air conditioners.
The atmosphere inside was completely different from that of the outside.
When Lucien arrived on this floor, he started sweating from the sheer heat trapped inside.
While the upper floors were dripping in luxury and riches, this floor was a furnace in itself.
There was a funky metallic stench permeating the air, which repelled many people from even entering this place.
But not Lucien.
