CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT

Harold held his breath and his heart beat faster and faster with each passing second as the elevator door slid open. Beside him was Wilkes and behind them both was the receptionist.

“Alright,” the receptionist said when neither of the students in front of her stepped outside. It was like they'd had their feet glued to the walls of the elevator.

Her voice snapped both of them out of the trance they were in and the next second, they were out of the elevator and on a very long passage.

Beautiful pillars that had a milky hue arranged itself to their left and right. The ceiling that stretched downwards from where they stood was also milky, a thicker shade, though, and the carpet beneath their feet was red.

“If you'll come with me…” the receptionist said and began walking down the corridor. Without hesitating, the both of them tailed her.

They walked past a lot of first-class, doors which on the other sid