Chapter 17

As I observed the room, I noticed their peculiar glances exchanged, as if their eyes were playing tricks on them. Whispers floated in the air, questioning if I was indeed the new addition to their midst or maybe there was a mistake somewhere. Doubt lingered like a heavy stone.

Curiosity consumed me, wondering what caused this strange reaction. Yet, no one bothered to acknowledge my presence, too engrossed in their own gossip. Deep down, I knew today would be far more challenging than anticipated.

Suddenly, the door swung open, shattering the ongoing commotion. Every pair of eyes froze, fixated on the man who had just entered. He donned a black suit, with glasses perched on his ears and fiery red hair contrasting against his attire.

"You must be Avery," he addressed me directly. "I need you to do something for me. Check the time and tell me what it says."

In that instant, I realized I was in trouble for my tardiness. My head hung apologetically as I stammered, "I'm sorry, sir. It took