ELENA
Apparently, there was a door in the tall white walls I’d just breezed past.
And that was where she had come out of.
She stood there, glaring at me like I was an odd, out-of-place object in the room.
“Where do you think you’re headed?” She demanded, crossing her arms.
“I’m here to see Atlas,” I replied, a little tempted to add ‘obviously’…
“Well,” she flipped her hair backwards and started towards me, “you can’t see him without an appointment, so you should leave.”
“Well who says we don’t have an appointment scheduled already?” I retorted, and to my surprise, she walked up to me and tried to grab my arm.
But I stepped back before she could, flabbergasted. “Excuse me? What is this? I’m here to see Atlas.”
“Well like I said earlier, Ms. Carlson, come back when you have an ap
