/Charles/
I was nervous.
I had spent the majority of the previous night and day practicing the correct manner in which to carry out this task. It had prevented me from working out, and it had even been frightening me out while I ate lunch alone in my office (which I had chosen to do so that I could catch up on some work emails that I had been neglecting). It had distracted me from my job, and it had prevented me from working out.
I had made up my mind. I was going to ask Jasmine what was going on with her and why she was closing the school. I was curious about both of those things. Even though I was well aware that I had no business prying into her private life or essentially demanding that she talk to me, I still got the impression that I was acting in a manner that was morally commend
