Jasmine
“You wanted to see me, Professor?”
I closed the office door behind me with far more composure than I actually felt, considering the message that had summoned me there forty minutes into his posted office hours.
Come to my office. It’s urgent.
That was all Davin had written.
No explanation, no mention of coursework, nothing that would have helped me determine whether he genuinely needed to discuss something important or had simply decided that three days without seeing me constituted an emergency.
Judging by the calm expression on his face when he glanced up from the stack of files on his desk, I already suspected the second option.
“I did,” he said, setting down the pen in his hand. “Your last assignment requires discussion.”
I remained beside the door, my fingers still wra
