Professor Hawthorne's smile contorted as he straightened his suit and turned back. He opened the door with a polite smile.
"Good evening, VP Doris."
Skyler and Charles peeked from either side of him, taking in the room. Numerous thick books were stacked everywhere, and many papers were scattered across the floor.
The room was a complete mess, and amidst it, an old woman dressed in robes, sat on a chair behind the only table in the room. All around her, transparent screens filled with symbols were floating in the air.
Doris lowered the writing brush in her hand, and Skyler wondered why the VP was using a brush when she could use a pen.
A frown creased her aged face as she stared directly at Professor Hawthorne.
"Stand in a corner with your face turned to the wall for an hour. It's your punishment for disturbing me out of nowhere."
Hawthorne wanted to argue, but her sharp gaze was enough to shut him up. Without further questions, he did what she asked.
