I knocked in the professor’s door. Diomedes’s eyes widened once I had been seen by him. He tutted. “Po po po. Do you require stitches?”
“No, no, of course maybe not. I’m good.”
Diomedes provided me with a appearance that is disbelieving ushered me personally inside. “Come in, Edward. Sit.”
The others were already here. Christian and Stephanie had been standing. Indira ended up being sitting by the screen. It believed just like a reception this is certainly formal and I also wondered if I became planning to get fired.
Diomedes sat behind his work desk. He gestured in my experience to stay when you look at the continuing to be seat this is certainly vacant. We sat. He stared at myself in silence for a brief minute, drumming his fingers, deliberating what things to state, or how to state
