“Harris, this is the private viewing room,” Angel Lionel explains, opening a door wide.
Inside, a large screen is set up in front of a comfortable seating area. Angel Adhira waves from a small white sofa, patting it. “Please, take a seat.”
“What … what are we going to watch?” Harris looks up at Angel Lionel, eyes fearful.
“Please help yourself to some popcorn and Hector’s Nectar. Everybody here loves it. It’s a soda created by Angel Hector ages ago. And if you like chips, try some NecNac Snaks made from nectarines and cinnamon. Delicious.”
Harris nervously helps himself to a drink and some chips before taking a seat beside Angel Adhira.
Angel Lionel sits in an armchair, sipping his Hector’s Nectar. “Let’s begin.”
On the screen, a twenty-two-year-old Harris beams. He’s wearing a gradu
