Xotiathon Round 3 - High Expectations - Part 5
As she approached the metallic door to the judges’ office, Floala drew to a halt. Her nerves threatened to overwhelm her and, for the briefest of moments, she considered running away.
‘It’s ok,’ Slica’s voice floated through the door, ‘We’ll find her, don’t worry. She can’t have gone far.’
Floala sighed. No, she couldn’t get away from this, even if she wanted to. Slica was right, they’d find her eventually.
Steeling herself, Floala pressed the button to open the door and stepped through it.
The huge room stretched out in front of her, its domed glass ceiling showing an awe-inspiring view of the stars above. In addition to the desks scattered around the room, a huge wooden conference table dominated the space, making it feel excessively formal.
Slica and Suls stood with their backs to her, bent over a screen in the far corner of the room. As she entered, they spun around, clearly surprised by her sudden presence.