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"Looks like we'll have to split up."
I look at the big glass door. We are standing in front of conference hall number 1. The other two are situated on the next floor, at least according to the sign.
Clemens agrees with my proposal. "In the eye of time running out, you are right. You will search this hall and I'll take number 2. After that, we meet at the third one."
"Got it. Good luck."
Clemens nods and makes his way to the stairwell, I open the door to the conference room.
Cold air hits me and under normal circumstances (you know...like being alive or something) I would surely start to shiver now, my skin being covered in goosebumps.
Growing up in California, I'm very sensitive to cold. Austria had already been a challenge.
The room is quite big but not big enough to be called a hall. There are a good 50 chairs standing around a long white table.
Okay, if I was Isabella, where would I be sitting?