The sharp smell of floor wax gave way to the scent of expensive leather and furniture polish.

The Tournament Director sat behind a massive mahogany desk that dwarfed the two small folding chairs placed in front of it.

A heavy brass nameplate identified him as Dr.

Harrison.

He slid a single sheet of stiff parchment paper across his green desk blotter.

Claire recognized the gold state seal stamped at the very top of the page.

“The grievance committee finished its emergency session five minutes ago,” Dr.

Harrison said.