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And that will be due in two weeks’ time. “Okay, text me if you need anything.” he said. I furrowed my forehead on what he said. How can I send him a message? “I don’t have your number, professor.” I replied. He looked at me wondering at my answer. “You don’t?” he asked confused. Of course I don’t have your number, professor. You didn’t give it to me. I shook my head to answer his confusion.

Oh uh,sure Nik: Cool! °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° That was fast. Mrs. Mercado,my professor, already sent us the link earlier. I chose not to join the meeting right away because I believe that my real schedule is also my real boss.

He is in the middle of placing his laptop inside his backpack when he looks up at me. “Oh? Aren’t you Zarah Winters? What are you doing here?” He sounded delighted to see me, making me feel a little awkward that I couldn’t share the same feeling. “H-Hi. I’m here for Marvon Belingham. Has he left already?” “Marvon Belingham?” The professor goes to his tablet and checks something on the screen. “It’s true that he is supposed to be here, but he did not appear in my class.” I really want to grab the tablet from his hands and demand to know if he is telling the truth, but judging by the way he is looking at the screen in a state of skepticism, it seems like he is. For the time being, I can only t

The professors were supportive, pushing me to reach my full potential, and my fellow classmates became not just acquaintances but friends who shared my passion for knowledge. As the semesters flew by, I discovered a love for literature, finding solace and inspiration within the pages of books. It was during an English class that I met someone who would change my life once again—Professor Williams. With her vibrant personality and sharp intellect, Professor Williams became more than just a teacher; she became a mentor, guiding me towards new horizons and challenging me to think beyond my limitations.

“What brings you here, professor?” TBC. ____ Hi, guys. I'm sorry for the inconsistent update lately. I'm writing my last academic exams but I'll be consistent with the update soon after the exams. Please, send gifts and drop your comments.

“Wait a minute. Are you the Professor Brown that I emailed when I left the hospital?” “Yes?” He chuckles. “But you are Doctor Brown.” “My title as a professor was still not official, so I preferred to be called doc.” “And you are my boss and my professor?” I eye him skeptically. He raises a brow, as if to say ‘obviously’. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. What’s with my luck? I’m trying not to think about this person and spending more time with him will make that impossible. I take out my phone to check if there are any other lecturers available for the module, and I only find Professor Brown.

After I packed my bags, I left for the professor's house, bidding farewell to Clara, to which she didn't reply. I got to the mansion a day before the said date because I couldn't wait to see my hot professor, and security let me in after he confirmed with the boss. I stepped into the living room only to see Professor Sander for the first time in casual wear, and my mind was blown away.

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.

"Have you seen him? I found his faculty photo and wow. Like, criminally attractive. It should be illegal to look that good and teach ethics. The irony, right?" Every word was a knife. I wanted to tell her to stop, that I didn't care, that Micaiah Hayes could be a male model for all I cared and it wouldn't matter to me. But my voice wouldn't work. "Anyway." Stephanie finally released my arm. "We should exchange numbers. I can fill you in on all the campus drama you missed. There's a lot. Like, a lot a lot." She pulled out her phone expectantly, and I found myself typing in my number because what else was I supposed to do? Tell her that the hot new professor was my stepbrother? That I'd slept

My heart stopped. “I am,” I said, standing slowly. “The professor wants to see you in his office.” My chest tightened. “Which professor?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Professor Kane.” What? Everything inside me froze.