"Go on. Continue. I am quite eager to know what this exceptionally important, private conversation is about. Surely, it cannot be so secretive that you would feel the need to hide it from your own father, Diana."
Diana's posture instantly went rigid.
She glared at her father with a dangerous glint in her eyes. Yet, he showed absolutely no reaction to her hostility.
He merely sat behind her desk, casually resting one hand on the polished wood as if he owned the room, the academy, and everything within it.
Sensing the rapidly escalating storm, Mei set her teacup down with a soft click. She offered a knowing smile and slid gracefully out of her leather armchair. Turning her dark eyes toward Kurt, she gave him a subtle, inviting tilt of her head.
"Well, young man, it seems the atmosphere here has grown rather... familial. What do you say we step outside and let the father and daughter catch up in peace?"
