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“From the Supervisor. He wants to see you in his office.”
“The Supervisor?” I said, confused. “What does he want?”
“I have no idea. But he wants to see you.”
My stomach writhed like it was home to a pit of snakes. “Thanks,” I said, distracted.
“Is there anything else you want me to do?” Erishia said.
“Make sure the Prizes are ready for the competition tomorrow,” I said.
Erishia bowed and set to ushering the females to prepare.
I looked up at the Supervisor’s office two floors above the Pool. He wanted to see me… It was too much to hope that Ohara had already managed to arrange my escape.
Or was it?
Either way, it was unwise to keep the Supervisor waiting. I girded my courage and approached the first set of stairs. The guard on duty stepped aside and let me pass.
I moved up the two flights and spoke to the final guard on sentry duty outside the Supervisor’s office.
“The Supervisor wants to see me,” I said, and without a word, the sentry stepped to one side, opened the door, and let me pass through.
Usually, attempting to get past them was like trying to shift a concrete wall.
Now that it was so easy… it made me feel nervous.
The Supervisor stood in the middle of the office, his arms tucked behind his back.
“That will be all,” he said to the guard on duty. He motioned toward a red sofa. “Please,” he said, “take a seat.”
I did and he remained in the middle of the room.
“Can you tell me, Lily — you don’t mind me calling you Lily?” he asked politely.
“It’s fine.”
“Can you tell me what you do here?”
“I’m the madam in charge of the Prizes,” I said. “I make sure they’re ready for when the Champions come to Claim them.”
“That’s what I heard. But if you’ll bear with me, there seems to be a discrepancy with your details.”
He moved behind his desk and picked up a piece of paper. “I’ve been going through the logbooks,” the Supervisor said. “It tells me everything we know about the Prizes, where they came from, who Claimed them, how long they spent with the Champions… Every member… Except you. Why do you think that is?”
“I… don’t know,” I said, growing nervous.
“When I went back to the administration office and asked for your details, thinking they’d been misplaced, they gave me a file that had not been updated in five years. Bizarre, don’t you think?”
My mouth was dry. “Very.”
“It’s like you ceased to exist five years ago… and yet, here you are. Healthy and well.”
He ran his eyes over me, and they paused at the usual places: My face, my breasts, my hips, my legs. “Healthy and very well.”
He licked his lips and turned back to his documents. “Every other Prize is present and accounted for,” he said. “How do you explain this anomaly?”
“I’m not sure,” I said truthfully — at least, it had been truthful until the day before when Ohara revealed his secret deal with Thillak.
