I was halfway through my second class when my phone buzzed in my bag. I ignored it at first, thinking it was probably just a random notification. But then it buzzed again, and this time, I pulled it out to check.
Please report to the dean's office after class.
My stomach dropped. What could this be about? Did I miss a payment deadline or mess up some paperwork?
The rest of the lecture passed in a blur, my thoughts spinning. As soon as it ended, I packed up my things and headed straight for the administration building.
The dean's office was on the second floor, tucked away in a quiet corner of the building. I knocked lightly on the door, and a voice called out, "Come in."
I stepped inside, clutching the strap of my bag tightly. The office was neat and professional, with shelves lined with books and certificates framed on the walls.
The dean, a tall man with glasses and a calm expression, was seated behind his desk. He looked up and smiled as I entered.
