Anan's forehead began to sweat, it seemed that the cold room couldn't absorb the heat at all on his back. "So you know what you did wrong, right?" Sam smirked slightly, he knew that the young man in front of him was hiding his nervousness.
"Sir, I'm sorry but I didn't mean to be presumptuous to enter Miss Casandra's room. I just wanted to make sure things were going well, there was no other purpose," Anan replied, trying to explain to Sam.
"Sure you don't have anything else to do?" Sam looked closely.
"I... Cleared the young lady's desk and..." Anan hesitated to answer while Sam was still waiting for an answer.
"I... Help answer the young lady's task, sorry sir... I'm being presumptuous. I just want to help her because Miss has worked very hard and..." Anan replied then bowed his head in discontinuation of his speech.
"I know," said Sam. Anan immediately looked at Sam questioningly.
