The valets led Violet through a door and then down a series of hallways, all equally unnoticeable. Finally, they went through another door and into an office, where her father was sitting behind a large but mostly bare desk. He said something to the valets in a language Violet could not even identify, and they backed out through the door, leaving the two of them alone.
Her father was not looking so good. There were big puffy bags under his eyes. His work was getting to him. Or the strain of the time loop had been too much. It served him right.
I am glad you could make it, darling. You look very pretty," her dad said.
Violet sat down in the chair opposite him, folding her arms over her chest. "So, what is the plan, here? Are you going to keep me in a prison, like the last time, too drug
