Chapter 8: Warning.
Morning came too soon.
I was used to exhaustion. Late-night gaming sessions and a terrible office job had built up my tolerance for little sleep. But after yesterday, I had hoped for at least a few hours of rest.
No such luck.
A loud knock on my door ruined my morning coffee.
I took a slow sip before answering. "If this isn't important, I'm throwing you out the window."
The door opened.
There I saw one of newly assigned faculty member, a young man with neatly combed brown hair and the kind of nervous energy that suggested he either didn't know what he was getting into or deeply regretted it.
"Professor Drelmont," he greeted, trying to keep his voice steady.
I took another sip of coffee. "You have five seconds before I decide if this conversation is worth my time."
The poor guy swallowed hard. "Professor Halloran wants to talk to you."
I exhaled through my nose. Of course, he did.