I found myself internally chuckling at the fact that her office is at the left side and her name was West. Could they have done it on purpose?
Suddenly, the glass door opened and a lady with translucent skin and a tight white dress appeared. “Ms. Suri Nightingale?”
“Y- yes, that’s me.” I straightened my back and gave a shy smile that was trying to pass off as me being confident.
“Wonderful. You’re right on time. Come on in.” She pushes the door open, giving me space to enter and it feels like I’ve walked into what could be a set from the movie Tron as black, white, and blue colors fill this office.
There’s also a hologram of the globe illuminated by the waiting area, while what looks to be a video about the academy is being played repeatedly on a projector screen beside it.
I’m h
