A lot of the symposium lectures and readings were held in the swanky hotel downtown.
It was a convenient location. Compared to the university, the hotel had the right rooms and atmosphere fit for an intellectual discussion between the bright minds of academia and whatever the planner would spew. The travelling scholars also got a discount in five star rooms which was definitely a bonus and something she abused quite a lot these days.
The problem laid more in the hotel's other patrons.
"Sawada," Iroha almost jumped out of her skin when the elevator doors opened and her advisor's beady glare took her out of her daydream. "Are you on for today?"
"The conference?" The conference that she wasn't even anywhere as close to being prepared for. She didn't even have a powerpoint ready to show. "Yeah. At five."
She feel two feels pierce into the back of her head as her advisor continued to make quiet conversation with her. The more the older man kept referring to her by name the more she could feel the temperature in that elevator drop.
Trapped in room walled by mirrors, the only direction that Iroha bared to face was nowhere. She'd long closed her eyes after she realized her adviser was just making conversation for the sake of rather than genuine curiosity.
When the elevator opened to the 3rd floor, she felt a brush of leather brush past her shoulder.
The man that walked past her was bloodied and missing an entire arm and looked to be in possession of Namimori's entire supply of bandages and there was no where in hell she was ever going to be caught in this hotel ever again.