Tap! Tap! Tap!
Bonnie's high heels clicked on the floor, as she walked hurriedly into the hallway heading to the office further from Alicia's.
"But seriously why would a person come up with the tournament only to see one person being beaten? Strangely enough, it went worldwide and everyone has been wanting in anticipation for it, No matter the high costs for tickets they were still sold out.
All that wouldn't have been so strange but even the world leaders agreed to come and watch it, and it all stemmed from one person wanting to see one loose! Why does madam want to see Petne loosing? All this does not make sense." Bonnie stopped talking to herself only after she reached the office she was heading to.
Knock! Knock!
She looked twice at the door, it was a wooden door made from one of the hardest trees in the world, the molven tress.
