Noah followed the corridor to the right.
It was shorter than he expected. Maybe thirty steps and he was there.
The trading window was a wide open room connected to the main corridor through a broad archway. It was simpler than the lobby. No polished floors or high ceilings here.
Just plain walls, bright overhead lighting, and a long counter running across the far side of the room divided into several sections, each one its own window.
A few men stood behind the counter, each handling their own section. Some were busy with customers. A couple were sorting through small containers lined up behind them on shelves, each one labeled and organized by rank.
Noah scanned the room.
One of the windows had just freed up. A man was walking away from it, tucking something into his coat pocket. Noah moved over before anyone else did.
