The sign for Nemo Enterprises rose up on the left, its candy pink neon letters lit in a flashy display.
She wished she felt as confident as Will looked as she joined him at a medieval-looking ivory-colored door. The shop was definitely a Level Two establishment. Ember commented aloud. “The Elite must want to keep this low-key. A Level Two neighborhood? For these rings?”
The sign in the beveled glass window advertised jewelry, trophies, and Status accessories, but no one of any higher Status would ever come into this neighborhood to shop.
Will appeared suddenly his old self. “Now I can be an All-Star Plauditor. See how well the rings are made,” Will joked. “It shouldn’t be a stretch for them to show me around.” He opened the door, a computerized chime announcing their entry.
Inside, th
