"Mr. Davies? Mr. Davies!" I shouted as I ran through the hallway towards my professor's office.
I was still wearing my soiled boots and mud-caked outdoor apparel. It seemed like every time someone made me mad, I'd get dirty. But this was different from Vanessa's petty games. My career was in line, and hell would fall to whoever stood in my way.
Slamming the door open, I screamed one more time. "MR. DAVIES!"
My poor professor almost fell off his chair in surprise, and he righted his skewed glasses first before sitting properly again and looking at me. "What the - Miss Fiore? What's happening?"
"This," I said, raising the papers that had shut down the excavation and shoving them at him. "This is what's happening. They stopped the fieldwork!"
Mr. Davies didn't even glance at the paper.
