The apartment building's front door was securely locked, a simple keycard lock next to it. There was also a second, smaller system wired to it, apparently made to read matrix passkeys to allow the right people to pass without using some keycard to allow them entry. There was a listing of numbers with buttons next to them, to call particular apartments.<br/><br/>The astral plane near the doorway was clear enough, there was no real wards on the street level, allowing her an easy look around. Just then, the door opened. "Oh! Sorry, were you just coming in? Go right ahead." Smiling, a young woman in a simple black business suit was stepping out, a dark chocolate shaded skin and sweet smile on her lips, a small white card showing in her shirt's pocket, its lines actually transparent through the shirt to a lesser degree.<br/><br/>"I was just leaving for work, are you here to see Mr. Storm? Don't bother really, he's been grumpy all morning. I thought the rules forbid slamming doors in the hallways, but he doesn't seem to care. Guess something really got in his nerves." The woman shrugged and prepared to go, holding the door for Cassandra for a moment.<br/><br/>On that note, she said nothing about Cassandra's attire. Then again, wealth had its priviledges, and there was a lot more to pay attention to in this city than just someone's way of dressing.