Aaron strolled into Professor Elias' office the next morning, moving with the kind of confidence that made it seem as though the room already belonged to him. Dropping lazily into the chair across from the professor, he crossed one leg over the other, his expression unreadable but his posture radiating control.
Professor Elias studied him quietly for a moment, rubbing his temple as if preparing for a headache.
"Seeing you here, I assume you're still intent on going through with the deal," he said at last, voice calm but edged with wariness.
"Of course, Professor. I don't go back on my word." Aaron's lips curled into the faintest of smiles. "Though how quickly I act depends entirely on how well the school treats me."
That smile, sharp and arrogant, was enough to make Elias frown. "I'm sorry, Aaron, but we cannot give preferential treatment simply because you wish to help the school."
