Chapter 22: Off Script

Freya’s POV

I followed the hallway all the way to the administrative wing, cutting past a few staff members who looked too busy to stop. 

The academic secretary’s office was just ahead, the door slightly ajar, but the space behind it was empty—no desk light, no papers, nothing.

I hesitated at the threshold, then stepped in.

“Hello?” I called, peeking around. “Ma’am?”

No answer.

I turned just as one of the janitors rounded the corner, a stack of plastic chairs teetering in his arms.

“Excuse me,” I said quickly, stepping in front of him. “Have you seen the academic secretary? I was told she needed me urgently.”

He blinked at me like I’d asked for directions to the moon. “The secretary? Everyone’s already at the main hall, miss. They’re getting ready for the ceremony. If you want to see her, come back tomorrow.”

I stared at him. “But she sent someone to get me.”

He gave a shrug, adjusting the chairs. “Then I don’t know who told you that. She’s not here.”