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Elsie’s POV He wants me to call him by name only? Without any professor frills? How convenient. I was one of his students, and he was the professor who taught me, so there was a gap. There was no way I could just call him by name. Allowing myself to become too familiar by negating our status would go too far. I should still treat him with respect. "I obviously can't do that prof. You're a teaching professor. It would be rude of me to just call you by name." Is it possible that he feels very familiar with me? But still, what would others think if they found out I called her by name only?

He smiles shyly. "Please call me William. We are not in school. The term "professor" has always made me feel old." He walks with me to the cash register talking about how he has always loved the universe and the reasons he chose to study it. I'm surprised by the conversation, and I realize that he must not be that much older than me. I'm dazzled by him. His movements. His voice. His eyes.

“Right back atcha.” “Alright ladies and gentlemen, let’s quiet down. I want to introduce myself as Professor Draven. You can call me Professor, fess, or Professor Draven. I will not give you my first name there, for you will not call me by my first name, nor will you just call me Draven. Yo, bro, is anything else you feel the need to call me? Are we clear on that?” “Yes, Professor Draven, most of the kids say, but you still have that one jerk that thinks they are funny. Yea bro.”

“ When I first went into the office, he had his chair backed against me as he looked outside the window, but immediately I mentioned my name. He turned his chair to face me.” “I’ve been expecting you for quite some time. It says on your resume that you studied in America.” “ That’s right, Sir.” “ And you are a surgeon?” “Cardiologist, Sir.” “Tell me about yourself.” “ Everything you need to know about me is written in my resume, Sir.” “Could you stop calling me Sir?” “ Why would I do that? It’s the only thing I can call you.” “Call me Jonathan.” “ Would be rude of me. We don’t have that level of closeness yet.”

It took him around ten seconds to swallow hard and recover… ”Uhhh… Wait a minute, Lyra. It’s my mother.” ”Oh I’m sorry, Sir. Will just help your people with the transfer then.” ”No, wait for me. Just check those office boxes filled with files on your dining table. You can give them a once over while waiting, alright?” ”Yes, Sir.” ”Hero..." his mother's voice resounded from his mobile, "why is your professor calling you Sir and Bien?” Oh shit, she heard that?

I hate the way he smiled that way at me, I mean , it doesn’t suit him because those kind of smiles should be for the younger boys not this middle aged man. Those kind of smiles are perfect on Noah’s lips. I mean guys like Noah.. “ Sir.. please I can’t call you Jack. You are my teacher and I need to give you that respect.” I pout, trying not to show my irritation. “ Then as your teacher.. it is an order to call me by my name.” his voice sterns. I stare stunned at him and mute. “ Okay.. Jack.” I mumble. “ Jack why am I here?” I raise my brow a little. Taking advantage of the privilege to call him by his name instead of sir.

I call one more time but the phone rings again and no one picks up the phone one more time. “Please! Please! Just pick up the phone,” I bend my head to reach my hands which are pressed against my forehead. I am praying but none of my prayers are working right now. He doesn’t pick up one more time. “ Miss Esther? Miss Esther?” I hear the voice of the professor. “Yes, sir,” I stand up. “So, you finally hear my voice. Where are you right now? I have been calling you for a long time but now you hear?” he shouts at me. The whole class looks at me with those penetrating eyes of hatred.

" My classmates screamed when they heard what Sir said, as if there was something wrong with it, but instead of siding with the complainants, Sir dropped his cellphone on the table. "I'm still here!" he said. You should respect me since I am your professor! Is that how you always are? You are still higher in position, but you have no respect for others!" he yelled, and the room fell silent. I'm just relieved that this thinking still exists among professors. He didn't want anyone in his class to get bullied. His eyes became flushed. He should not be abused because of his aura. That vibe appeals to me. Even your glare is frightening. I want to learn it so that they are all terrified of me. Eve

He stood up straight, walking towards me. Then he stopped. I craned my neck, staring up at his tall frame. “Why do you keep calling me professor?” He asked., cocking his head to the side. I shrugged nervously. “It just… stuck I guess.” He nodded, then stared at my fingers gripping the meat like it was my lifeline. “I see you're enjoying my food.” he said. “Yeah… it's really good.” I replied quietly. “Hmm… so good that you'd dip your hands straight into the pot?”

"Yes, I'm here, sir. Now, can you please show me what it is that you need to show me so I can go home as soon as possible?" "You just arrived here, and you're already thinking about going home? Come on. Don't you want a drink or something?" I sighed and looked him dead in the eyes. "Just get to the point, sir." "Fine, fine," he finally surrendered. "I'm going to show it to you." I sighed in relief. "But on one condition,” he smiled. "What condition, sir?" I asked tiredly. "When we're not in the office, stop calling me "sir." Just call me by my name."