FIVE My workload at the faculty office was especially heavy because the application deadline for the master’s programs was approaching. I don’t know why the school chose a deadline so close to finals, because it caused twice as much work as normal. Despite the constant interruptions from the new office assistant, I managed to get through the day, albeit tired and grumpy.
Earlier that morning, Professor Alexander sent me an e-mail inviting me to lunch. I was surprised, but I accepted. Turning down the boss for lunch didn’t exactly seem like a good idea, and even a short time away from work was appealing.
When lunchtime rolled around, he came out of his office, and we walked over to a tiny café near campus.
“Thanks for accepting my invitation,” he said as we walked.
“Oh, thank you. But i
