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The man leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him. Pulling out his phone, he sends a group text reading “Schedule switch: ALAO will be lead by HM, OA 5 is off. OA 5 to HM interview NOW.” After waiting to be sure it sent, he continues down the hall, passing a small blond haired boy escorted by a guard to the Headman’s interview room. The boy was standing with his hands behind his back against the wall, his head down, seeming to look at his plain white shoes. The guard stood at his side, a bored look on his face, his thick arms crossed on his chest, the image of boredom.
But he was far from. The guards employed at The House were so skilled at what they did that they did not need to look alert. Their reputation preceded them anywhere they went, and it was often proven again and again because of foolish youths who only looked at the surface of things. But even those who were clueless could feel the aura of danger and alertness that followed these men and no one crossed them twice. If they were even given a second chance.
Nodding to the man, he continued on his way around the corner to arrive at the lounge. As he entered the room, he saw that assistant 4 was already in there, munching on chocolate chip cookies as he sat at the table reading his book.

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