THIRD PERSON’s POV
Alex and Tyler sat stiffly across the headmistress’s desk, her silence stretching uncomfortably long that the air in her circular office felt heavy.
The headmistress didn’t speak right away. She just sat there, hands folded neatly in front of her, eyes shifting between them as though she were dissecting every little detail from their expression.
This was no doubt an attempt at a shakedown.
The office itself seemed to aid her intimidation though. The walls curved around them in dark mahogany and shelves lined with old, leather-bound books and files so precisely stacked it was almost unsettling. There was also a faint aroma of black tea hanging in the air, mixing with something faintly floral, like lavender.
Alex looked at the headmistress again. She doesn’t look l
