"Alright…"
Christopher, a confident smirk playing on his lips, rose from his seat, his gaze sweeping over the two figures before him. "Have no fear about the competition; I shall emerge victorious."
The Dean, a wise smile creasing the corners of his eyes, nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit, Christopher. You may go now."
"Then I shall take my leave," Christopher responded, a slight bow accompanying his words before he turned and strode towards the exit.
Monica's eyes followed Christopher's departing form until he disappeared through the office door. She then turned to the Dean, a flicker of apprehension in her gaze.
"Dad… are you truly certain about this?"
The Dean stroked his distinguished beard, a knowing smile gracing his features.
