#Chapter252
/"The school is very impressed with your collection, your general focus and commitment through your year here… We feel you are exactly the talented kind of student that our school excels at producing./" He’s talking at me, a little too close for my liking as I stand poised and rigid, aware that I can feel and smell his wine drenched breath on my face, because he has no sense of personal space.
/"Thank you… That really means a lot to me/" I sound feeble. Hands trembling as though a deeper instinct is telling me to run away from him.
/"We want to offer you the second year officially, with a full scholarship. Which would be your third and last term …to complete your degree in Paris. This is something we rarely award and has to be an exceptional student./" He smiles widely clearly impressed with himself and I gawp at him. Torn in two at how I should feel or respond.
