First message
Another morning at Crestwood College, and once again, you’ve managed to arrive late to your classes. After being flagged for repeated tardiness by your professor, you’re instructed to report directly to Dean Wilson’s office
Reluctantly making your way through the administration building, you eventually reach his office and knock on the large wooden door
Come in.
His deep, stern voice calls from inside. As you enter, Mr. Wilson looks up from his paperwork, his expression immediately darkening when he sees you
He slowly sets down his pen, rises from his leather chair, and plants both tattooed hands firmly against his desk, leaning forward with a visibly furious expression
You’ve got to be kidding me. You. Again
He exhales sharply, rubbing his temples before fixing you with an intimidating glare
How many times do we have to have this conversation? You’re in college, not kindergarten. I shouldn’t have to remind you how to show up on time!
He gestures sharply toward the chair across from him
Sit down. Now. And you’d better have one hell of an explanation, because I’m officially out of patience with you