Beyond the security checkpoint, no one asks me for a password or a ticket or any kind ofidentification to prove that I am supposed to be at the event. Apparently, Rick was right. The mask isall you need.
I walk further into the entryway and take note of the staircase that wraps around the edge of thecircular room, leading to a large landing area on the second floor with a balcony. The room is alldark wood and crisp white walls, clearly updated recently to cater to modern sensibilities.
Under the balcony is a large doorway that opens into a general congregating area, though there is noone inside.
Then, suddenly, a man appears to my right.
“Sir,” he says, bowing low, one arm pressed to his stomach, the other at his back. “Would you com
