The sound of the office door clicking open echoed faintly through the hallway as Reinhart stepped in, one hand casually adjusting his glasses.
His white suit bore no wrinkles, his composure as rigid as ever, but there was, his face carrying a simmering concern he didn’t bother hiding.
Before he could utter a word, Layla, seated by the large, circular window overlooking the school environment turned her chair to face him.
“I know what you’re about to say,” she sighed, her voice low
Reinhart paused mid-step, eyes narrowing slightly. “Good,” he replied. “That saves me some time. What in the stars are Captain Zenon and Captain Emilia thinking?”
Layla leaned forward, placing her elbows on the desk as she offered Reinhart dry smile.
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