After finishing her dance training for the night, Claire, still in her training outfit with a towel draped over her neck, made her way to the management team's office. She was looking for Helena. The glass walls of the corridor she walked through reflected the city lights, creating a pathway of gleaming brightness in contrast to the dimmed lights of the hallway itself. As she approached, the door to the management office stood ajar, spilling light into the corridor.
Claire inadvertently overheard a conversation. It seemed they had forgotten to close the door completely. Should she just leave? Yet, she had already caught mention of a familiar name within their discussion.
It was a conversation between Helena and some members of the management team.
