As I stand in a massive office with polished, wooden furniture, I wonder what kind of person the director is. The counselor who brought me here has a stiff look on his face. I ignore him, choosing to study the elegant room before me. It’s done up in shades of brown, gold, and white, has a huge fireplace with the fire casting a shadow across the plush carpet, and has low lighting that gives the entire office a mysterious vibe.
I have never stepped foot in such a luxurious room.
“You’d better not say anything unnecessary,” the counselor spits out, his voice low.
“Such as?” I stare at him.
His eyes narrow, the hatred in them visible.
I don’t know what I did to deserve such anger, but I also don’t particularly care.
I just smile at him. I don’t know what the director wants from me or w
