LAST BREAKFAST

1987 Words

THIRD PERSON’S P.O.V. The door on the Administration office swung open and a man walked inside, locking his eyes directly on the woman sitting at her swivel chair and on a table, busily encoding something as series of papers went out of the printer beside the computer. The registrar has noticed the man walked in, and with a smile on her face, she welcomed the man. “Good Morning, Laura.” “Harry! You’re finally here. Take a seat, and good morning”, she offered the empty chair right in front of her which Harry gladly sat on with a smile on his face while she greeted him back. “About my request?” Laura only gave him a short smile and returned her gaze on the monitor of the computer to continue encoding. “Well, it’s not even an hour before you sent me the message saying you wanted to tr

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