Trixy's pov
The large office was filled with the soft drone of the air conditioning, a small backdrop to my heart pounding. Each second felt stretched out like a clock ticking in a room where time had slowed down. To the left, I sat stiffly in the chair, clutching my hands tightly in my lap till my knuckles turned white.
Sir Hugo sat across the gleaming oak desk, his gaze fixed but indecipherable and his arms crossed. He seemed unhappy but not furious; rather, his face carried a weight that made me want to bury myself in my seat.
Madam President Gwendlyn Jeanne Austen the University dean, owner and my aunt my leaned forward a little across from us, her sharp but quiet eyes examining me as if she could see past my skin and into my mind. She had always been calm, the sort of person who didn't have to scream to let others know the severity of a given situation.
