GHOSTLY RIDES

Keepers Key

Miguel

Walking into the office designed like a library, Miguel was greeted by a harmonious blend of ceramic, marble, and wooden fixtures that stretched towards a roof adorned with celestial patterns. The center windows revealed a stunning view of the galaxy, casting hues of sky blue that enveloped the room in serenity. Tables and chairs were arranged in two distinct sections, each bustling with activity - papers being sorted, errands being flown, and tasks being deftly handled.

At the top of the staircase, near the ethereal galaxy shades of light, sat Aunt Veron's office desk, serving as the central focal point. Adjacent walkways on the left and right led to the second floor, with the Guardian and Shadows Heads Offices situated prominently on either side.

Navigating through the bustling spirits and echoes of activity, Miguel continued his stride into the magical space. The library-like office was a captivating sight, lined with bookshelves and a  lobby where two spirit guides assisted spirits inquiries. One guide settled guests into seats while the other tended to paperwork and fielded inquiries over the telephone.

"4... 3... 2... 2," the male spirit guide intoned, rolling out code numbers that held significance in the Guardians department. On the right side, piles of affairs and notices awaited attention, their importance palpable in the organized chaos of the office.

The sight of documents in need of review before authorization caught Miguel's attention, drawing his focus to the meticulous protocols of the office. A bustling corner attended to guests' needs on the right side, mirroring the lobby's presence on the left.

"Request of Cancelation," the female guide read aloud, her actions precise as she stamped the document, the paper gliding down to join its companions in perfect alignment on the ground.

Flying forward towards the main hall, Miguel traversed the two busy sections, each dedicated to administrative tasks and paperwork. Descending to the ground, he approached Aunt Veronica engaged in discussion with her staff.

Aunt Veronica, a woman in her mid-40s, exuded an aura of strength and authority. Her sharp eyes scanned her bustling staff, their attention to detail mirroring her own.

"On May 6, the deadline stands - no extensions," Aunt Veronica instructed firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"We've yet to receive a response from Dept C regarding the request to cancel the Lockdown," reported one of the male staff members, concern lacing his words.

"Send a follow-up," Aunt Veronica's orders were swift and assertive. "If they don't respond, I'll handle it personally. Inform Melissa to come to my office."

With a nod from Aunt Veronica, her staff dispersed, returning to their tasks with renewed diligence.

As the staff members scattered, Aunt Veronica noticed a familiar figure standing respectfully in the periphery. Miguel stepped forward, a sense of urgency in his posture as he greeted his Aunt.

"Aunt Veronica, I was on a mission, but urgent matters brought me here," Miguel explained earnestly, holding out a scroll towards her.

With a graceful gesture, Aunt Veronica accepted the scroll, her eyes scanning the contents with precision and speed.

"The spirit guides seek our collaboration in locating the missing cultivator," Miguel summarized the scroll's message, tension evident in his voice.

"Only 12 hours allotted. It requires your signature," Miguel added, concluding his report with a sense of gravity.

A shadow of seriousness darkened Aunt Veronica's warm smile as she absorbed the information laid out before her.

"Wendel made his move," Aunt Veronica's words carried a weight of resolve and readiness for the challenge ahead.