"What's going on?" Dean Bruce was taken aback by Mordo Chakol's sudden change in attitude.
Mordo Chakol rubbed his hands together, a broad smile plastered across his face. "Dean, no need to worry about the assessment. You go ahead with your work."
Dean Bruce raised an eyebrow. The abrupt shift was too suspicious to ignore. "Director, what's the matter? Weren't you being all serious just a moment ago?"
Mordo Chakol chuckled nervously, waving his hand. "Nothing, nothing. You go ahead. We'll handle the assessment arrangements just fine."
At that moment, a ripple of magical energy spread through the office. The principal's voice rang out clearly, "Mordo, this time, the assessment location can be decided by Dean Bruce."
Hearing this, Dean Bruce froze. This didn't sit right with him. He quickly shook his head. "No, no, no. I can't decide the assessment location."
