Stepping out of the elevator, Max and Warma found themselves in a hallway lined with polished marble. A long strip of red carpet stretched out before them, guiding the way directly toward the tall double doors at the end. Golden light spilled from cracks at the edges, a beacon drawing them forward.
Just beside the doors, a gleaming plaque had been mounted. In bold, elegant script it read:
"Sheri Curts – Graduation Celebration."
Max let out a faint breath through his nose. Of course Sanna would announce it to the world like this.
As the two of them walked side by side, Warma pressed a hand against his stomach. His other hand fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. His face had grown pale, a thin sheen of sweat forming along his brow.
