(Author's POV)
"Prof. Mitchell, you were asking for me," Myra spoke, her voice a bit subdued.
Oswald glanced at her, without uttering a single word. His ruthless and pressurising gaze made Myra immensely nervous. She stayed rooted awkwardly, not knowing why he had called or why he was staring at her like this.
After a whole minute had passed, Oswald finally decided to open his mouth. "Ms. Miracle, did you receive the e-mail regarding the demerit marking?"
"Yes, Prof. Mitchell. I did receive it," Myra said softly, her eyelashes lowered. She was ready to get an earful.
Oswald kept his pen aside, leaned in a little, his intertwined hands supporting his chin. "Are you aware of the reason why you were given that in the first place?" he asked, his tone remaining monotone.
Myra's eyes fluttered as she spoke, "I am aware of the reason, Prof. Mitchell. I apologise for my irregular attendance. I am truly sorry and give my word that this won't happen again."
