Ana sat nervously in the waiting room outside Dean Athena Wilders' office, her hands twisting in her lap as she gazed upon the towering walnut doors before her. Adorned with brass hardware that gleamed as though they were made of gold, the handles shined brightly in the sunlight filtering through the tall windows. The waiting room was a testament to understated elegance, with its pristine white walls, wooden floors, sage green velvet chairs and matching sofas arranged around a glass-topped coffee table.
Ana was surprised that the dean of such a prominent academy didn't have an assistant waiting outside her office, but her thoughts were soon interrupted as the large doors suddenly swung open, revealing the dean's inner sanctum.
