The review notice sat face up on the desk.
Soren read the classification office slate twice. He hid it under his system sheet. The news could wait.
He fetched Mona her breakfast.
A knock sounded at the Class Z door. That was rare. Visitors did not seek out the bottom dorms on purpose.
Three girls in pressed Class A jackets stood in the hall.
Their gold trim signaled a housing budget the bottom floors would never see.
They held the posture of people who were used to being watched and had stopped minding it.
"Are you Soren Kane?" the tallest one asked. She held a clipboard against her chest.
"That depends on the clipboard," Soren said.
She blinked. The line did not fit whatever she had rehearsed in the elevator. She adjusted her jacket and started again.
"We are from Class A. I am Elena."
"The jackets gave it away."
Elena frowned at her clipboard like the answer might be written there. "We are here to assess the new C rank asset."
