Our First Met

I felt tired when I arrived at the condo. I changed immediately because I still had some plates to do, so I just made an iced coffee so I wouldn't feel sleepy.

The following morning, I intentionally arrived early so that I could explore the entire campus. So that if I ever have a class in another subject, I know where to go.

There were only a few students in the field because it was still early. This university is well-known, so I chose to study here because I expected their system to be good, but of course, it's not about the system, I purposely chose this for a reason.

The first thing I went to was the library, it was as big as I expected. I left immediately and looked around. Almost all students are in the field. I must carry out my plan.

I headed to the dean's office, based on the map of the university I think this is it. The door was closed, maybe the dean wasn't there yet. Even so, it's easy for me to enter, not this door will stop me.

I looked at the whole office, including the ceiling. My brows furrowed. I don't see any CCTV footage here. An advantage for me because I can do the plan without any hindrances. But what's not? Amazing. The dean is too confident that no one will enter here.

I just ignored it and searched for the documents. At the front desk, there is a cabinet but nothing. There aren't any of the documents I'm looking for.

I looked at my phone it was already 7:50 am. 10 minutes before my class. I have to leave. I might catch up here.

I fixed my scattered things first. They couldn't know that someone had come in here while the dean was gone. In other words, if you want to commit a crime make sure it is clean and no one can point out that you are the culprit.

After I fixed it, I stepped out of the dean's office. A cold voice echoed behind me as I shut the door.

"You should be MORE careful next time Ms." He whispered to my ears. He even emphasized his pronunciation of 'MORE'.

I froze. His presence is very nervous but what makes me uneasy? I'm not like this. I'm not a typical girl to be intimidated by just a whole sentence.

However, there was something else in his presence. That I don't want to witness again.

It took only a few seconds for my system to recover. When I turned around, he was walking away from me. I have never seen his face, nonetheless, I can remember his physical posture. Will I feel fear when we meet again?

Ohmyghod. I'm doomed!

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