CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Black lines in the maroon plush pile flashed before her eyes as Toni raced along the upper floor of the Great Hall. An almost overpowering tangy scent of flowers tickled her nose, hiding any clue the potential assassin may have left behind. In the corridor, she could hear the Vice-President begin her speech. Time was running out.
“Every concern raised here must be respected and honored. Today I will address your arguments and hope that when the time comes, your decision will be made with an informed mind and confidence in your choice.”
Zach’s updates kept popping up on Toni’s glasses display.
Zach: The smugglers are one floor below you. Agent Nar is a floor below them. Doctor Telksh is pacing.
“Not happy, I take it?”
Zach: I believe the word is frustrated. He repo
