When she noticed that Greg was still there and had not left, Vivian's heart involuntarily skipped a beat beneath her ice-cold veneer of composure.
Was he whispering to Yelina just now to have her send everyone else away?
Why would he do that?
Now that he's... stayed behind alone, what does he want?
If he only wants to leave the Student Council, surely he doesn't need to go this far?
Countless questions flooded her mind at once, briefly throwing the cool, clear thinking she prided herself on into disarray.
The instant she realized they were alone together, her body tensed almost imperceptibly.
Yet her long-standing habit of protecting herself with absolute rationality and an icy shell forced her to push every flicker of emotion back into the deepest recesses of her heart a moment later.
It's nothing serious. He's just decided to leave me again.
Vivian lowered her head deeply once more, her long, ice-blue hair falling to almost completely obscure the side of her face.
With the quill in her hand, she tried to focus on the documents before her again.
Yet the once-familiar words now seemed like tiny wriggling insects, twisting before her eyes, refusing to form a single meaningful sentence.
The nib hovered over the parchment, trembling slightly, but she could not bring herself to lower it.
In the end, she unconsciously drew one messy line after another in the places where she was supposed to sign her approval or rejection, as though they were a true reflection of her tangled thoughts.
"Tap... tap... tap..."
Distinct footsteps abruptly sounded in the office, where the silence had been deep enough to hear a pin drop.
Greg said nothing. He simply began walking, step by step, toward the ice-blue figure behind the desk who seemed intent on burying herself