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deep ruby and the walls change from simple yellow paint to dark wooden paneling. Artwork begins gracing the walls at random intervals, and while I walk I pass by painted images of the Fairy Godparents Headquarters’ grounds and complex. Finally I come to a set of large double doors, a gold plate on the left proclaiming the room on the other side to be the office of the Fairy Godparents’ top agent.
I inhale deeply to steel my jangled nerves before raising my hand to the Primary’s door. I knock—the sound deadens against the thick oak. Moments tick by with no response from the other side. I nervously shuffle my weight from one foot to the other. I look down and am horrified by what I see. I am still wearing my costume from my Wish assignment! I look like a mess. The right leg of my jeans is in tatters where the bear got me, the leg itself covered in dried blood that I didn’t get a chance to clean off, and dirt is ground onto the chest of my shirt from when I fell. I wear tattered sneakers over my feet, and I can only assume that my face and hair look as dirty and grimy as I feel. When I pat at the fabric of my shirt, trying to discourage some of the dirt there, I also see that the blood from removing Ricardo’s Life Chip has dried into red flakes on my fingertips. I panic, not wanting to appear before my boss in this state, but just as I’m wondering if I have time to run to the locker rooms and change—
“Come in, Godmother Hayworth.”
The Primary’s deep voice resonates from inside. Too late . I let out a slow breath in a futile attempt to slow my erratic heartbeat, place my hand on the golden handle, and gently ease the door open.
The office of the Primary Godfather is even more richly decorated than the hallway outside. Thick, blood-red velvet curtains hang over the windows, dark wood bookshelves line the walls, and a crystal chandelier illuminates the room with sparkling light. The Primary is seated behind a large wooden desk at the end of the room in a plump leather chair. I reach back to pull the door shut, and bow my head as the latch clicks into place.
“You sent for me, Primary Godfather?” My head is still bowed. My hands itch to cover the pathetic state of my clothing, but I will them to stay motionless.
“I did.” His voice is powerful and authoritative. “Please sit down, Godmother Hayworth.”
I raise my head, and he gestures to one of the two chairs facing his desk. It is only then that I notice we are not alone. In the chair beside the one intended for me sits a young woman. She turns around to look at me as I move toward my chair, and lifts the corners of her lips in a shy smile before turning back to the desk. She has a pretty, heart-shaped face, rosy cheeks, and her almond-shaped eyes are a crystalline shade of emerald green. Her hair, black with bright-green tips, has been pulled back in a high ponytail, and I spot a tattoo—a simple black circle—located just beneath her right ear. I slide into my chair and the cushion on the seat compresses comfortably. I shift my attention from the mysterious girl to the Primary.
“Godmother Hayworth.” The Primary addresses me, locking his golden eyes onto mine in a freezing stare. “I trust that your assigned Wish missions have been proceeding as superbly as ever?”
I nod, and I’m sure the compliment would fill me with pleasure if I wasn’t so nervous. He doesn’t seem to know about the issues we had with the Wish I just came from. I’m glad.
The Primary nods and leans back into his chair, a look of calm satisfaction gracing his leonine features. He is a thin man, but from the way his suit hugs him it’s obvious that his seemingly slender frame covers a powerful core. He crosses one leg over the other and moves his gaze to the girl next to me. “As I was just telling you, Initiate Sun, Godmother Hayworth is one of our top agents. She will doubtless prove herself an extremely competent mentor.”
Mentor? The girl nods in understanding and