The polished concrete floor of the main hall reflected the vast, geometric patterns of light streaming through the skylights. The air, once thick with the dust of demolition and construction, now carried the clean, sterile scent of new electronics, fresh paint, and lemon-scented polish. The Covington Foundation Campus was no longer a construction site; it was a living, breathing institution. The exposed steel framework, painted a soft, light grey, soared overhead, a constant reminder of the industrial skeleton upon which this new future was built. The hybrid brick facade, a tapestry of salvaged and new brick, glowed warmly in the afternoon sun.
It was opening day.
