Abigail left the classroom and followed Jeffrey Foster to his office.
The Medical University obviously treated him well. He had a private office, neat and simple with no superfluous items, reflecting his usual style.
When Abigail entered, Jeffrey Foster poured her a glass of warm water. As she accepted it, she still pondered why he had called her.
"I'm sorry about what happened last time. It didn't affect you, did it?" Jeffrey Foster poured himself a glass as well. Noticing Abigail still standing, he pointed to the chair opposite him, "Sit down."
"No, Dean Foster… I should call you Mr. Foster. Mr. Foster, do you need something from me?" Abigail initially addressed him as Dean Foster, but then corrected herself, given the situation. After asking, her gaze fell on his cup.
