“You need something, Ms Peregrine?”
A man in his late twenties entered the office after a minute or two.
He looked awfully younger like Ms Peregrine without the reading glasses he always wear whenever we are in normal school days.
My History teacher is just like me, wearing a shirt, ripped jeans and faded blue sneakers.
“Yes, Mr Faulken here thankfully decided to drop by before flying to the southern province after lunch,” she answered before pointing at the other chair in front of me, “Take a seat, Mr Erevna, we have much to discuss if we are to save our track records.”
He quickly followed her instructions quickly and took a seat but not before bowing at me respectfully, “I saw your public engagements around Maharlika lately and honestly I am surprised you can show a w
