“One minute to grand entrance,” the production assistant said. The harried-looking, floppy-haired brunette production assistant looked stressed, his head c****d as he listened to his earpiece for directions.
“You said that five minutes ago,” Faz said.
“Sorry, we’re running behind.”
The team stood in a small room near the grand ballroom, where apparently, they were going to make a grand entrance as VIPs. As one of the last four teams and the only Corsair team, they were the defacto choice to represent the best-of-the-best for their side.
Thanks to Jenny, they all wore StarFashion formal wear with the high-tech pockets filled with various devices, many of which had been gifts. Everything from smart watches to tiny tablets, cameras, and even a tiny drone had been handed to them as part of
