The massive oak doors of the Grandmaster's office slammed open. A breathless staff member rushed across the carpeted floor. He clutched a glowing crystal tablet securely against his chest.
"Grandmaster, we have an urgent situation!" The attendant raised the tablet.
He abruptly stopped. The large leather chair behind the oak desk sat completely empty. The attendant turned around to leave and alert the hallway guards. Suddenly, a pair of legs sticking out from behind the velvet couch caught his attention.
He walked around the furniture and stared down at the floor. Professor Balzac lay sprawled across the rug, wearing his silk sleeping mask and tightly hugging a wrinkled pillow.
The attendant dropped to one knee and shook the man's shoulder. "Professor Balzac, wake up. Where did the Grandmaster go?"
Balzac groaned loudly and pulled the sleeping mask up to his forehead. He blinked at the bright crystal chandelier above and scratched his messy hair. "I have absolutely no idea."
