Thirty One | Clockwork Daughter
"Could you please pour us some tea, Winifred?" Dean Fogg requested of his secretary as he sat across the desk from Quentin. The middle aged woman obliged with a simple nod, turning away from the two and conjuring up a piping hot pot of tea. "Could you get to the point, Quentin? I have a trustee meeting." Fogg complained, happily accepting the cup of tea and sipping it contently. Quentin sighed in irritation.
"You know something about whats been going on here..." Quentin accused, "I would like to know whats really going on here."
"I know you would, but we are done. Winifred, please show Mr. Coldwater out." Fogg pushed himself up from his chair as Winifred approached the heavy wooden desk. To the Dean's surprise, instead of ushering Quentin from the room, t
