The door slid open.
Inside, the office was tidy and understated.
Seated behind a curved desk was a woman in her thirties
Her posture was immaculate, her long dark hair tied into a single braid, and a faint aura of pressure hung around her.
Before the woman could even look up properly, Lira spoke first, smiling brightly.
"Teacher Yara! I brought the early arrival I mentioned I received a notification from above earlier — it's actually one from the top ten ranking."
The instructor's eyes lifted. "Lira, we've discussed—"
But she froze mid-sentence when Lira continued, "Michael Norman."
For a heartbeat, silence blanketed the room. Then, Yara's previously stern expression softened almost instantly.
It wasn't out of fear but recognition.
