Zoey
I was going through my phone as I laid on my bed—Tara was not in— when out of nowhere, a message came from Adam:
“Hey Zoey, Nexacore needs the signed sponsorship documents from the committee.
Can you drop them off? Prif. Williams said someone from the volunteer team should drop it. I am kind of busy now, and it needed to be dropped soon.”
I typed Sure and hit send before I could overthink it.
The building was impossible to miss — a glass tower in a wide compound. It's oversee the city with “NEXACORE” boldly written on it. The compound was filled with different brands of cars, jeep, even car I have never seen in real life. This place screamed MONEY.
I entered the wide reception hall, white blinding light shining all through the space. Some people are walking to and fro, all in su
