The assessment hall’s lobby resembled a chapel’s interior; wooden benches lined on either side of a central walkway led toward another glass door at the other end of the rectangular space that was currently empty of people apart from Warden Captain Malarkey and the perky blonde receptionist who greeted Sam at the door.
“Aren’t assessment halls supposed to have more testers?” Sam asked.
“We cleared today’s schedule just for you,” the blonde receptionist explained.
“Seriously?” Sam frowned. “Why?”
“To make sure your second assessment doesn’t fail this time,” Warden Malarkey cut in.
“And because the higher-ups didn’t want any gawkers who might potentially leak the results of your assessment before we officially release it on the registry,” the blonde receptionist added.
“Indeed.” Warden Malarkey pushed the glass door open for Sam. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”