Professor Scarlett sat at her desk in her office.
Surrounded by neatly organized stacks of documents.
The room was dimly lit.
The faint scent of old paper mingled with freshly brewed coffee on the side table, but Scarlett paid it no mind.
Her attention was consumed by the pile of business records from the academy's town center, detailing the performance of various shops and enterprises.
One document in particular caught her eye—a file on the Resource Emporium owned by old man Wilfred.
Her brows furrowed as she flipped through the pages.
She remembered visiting the shop a while ago.
It had been a modest place with little to boast about.
Struggling to stay afloat like many other independently owned businesses in the academy town center.
Yet, the records in front of her painted an entirely different picture.
Revenue had skyrocketed.
Sales figures showed an unprecedented surge.
