Rosie
The hallway of the department was empty. My footsteps sounded like thunder against the linoleum as I walked toward his office. It was 5:02 p.m. My heart was a frantic bird trapped in my chest, battering against my ribs. I shouldn't be here. I knew that. But when Professor Ashton tells you to come to his office, you don't say no. Not when he has a video of you on his phone that could ruin your entire life.
Let's not forget to add… that it was a video I willingly sent to him.
I reached the heavy wooden door. My hand shook as I knocked.
"Come in," his voice boomed. It was deep, calm, and terrifying.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The office smelled like expensive leather, old books, and that same sandalwood cologne that made my head spin. Professor Ashton was sitting be
