C25 Tarryn

I hustled down the hall to the security office, careful to avoid running into anyone in the hall. I’d left Clive a note—BRB, it read. Hopefully, he’d understand it. I’d been in such a rush, I didn’t have time to write more.

“Can I speak to the Chief, please?” I nervously scanned the office, hoping that none of the royal family was nearby.

“Of course.” The man at the front desk buzzed him