The large, dark wood desk filled with documents sat between Chloe and the SWAR college’s VP. The larger, older woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat before clearing her throat and giving Chloe a sympathetic smile.
Chloe’s insides clenched. She could smell bad news before the older woman even opened her mouth. When she had been summoned to this office right after her last class, her heart had skipped several beats. Apprehension had gripped her, but she had told herself she was being paranoid. Now her nails dug into the backpack on her laps instinctively as she waited for the bomb to hit her. She could swear she heard the ticking of the clock counting down to the explosion.
“Ms. Thompson, I thought it best to talk to you in person, rather than just sending you a letter,” the VP finally s
