For a few long minutes, nothing and no one moves. Every administrator on the second floor seems to be busy writing something on paper, well, that is, except Luella. She doesn’t seem like she had written anything on the paper though. Instead, she’s pressing something on her console which every administrator has.
There is the sound of mechanical whirring. Both Lysander and Stefano’s platforms move from my right towards me. But their platforms stop before it touches mine. Lysander is behind me, on my southeast; while Stefano is in front of me, on my northeast.
Stefano looks at his back and smirks at me. “Your administrator is slow in the head,” he says.
He is wrong. Tia is one of the smartest people I’ve met. It just happens that Luella is smarter—Wait… This is not about fast decision-mak
