127| I Think I Am Doomed!

127| I Think I Am Doomed!

JULIE

There are files, pens and papers scattered over the huge brown desk on which glass has been put. There is silence around me. Mr Winter stretches his hand across the desk and grabs a specs case and his speed is very slow. Yeah, he is old. How much we can expect from him? Even in his late fifties, he works like a late seventies. Not his fault. I do not blame him. Right now, I am just thinking about my situation.

"Please, have a seat, Miss Dawson." He orders me in a low and weak voice.

"Yes, sir," I say with a small nod and go to sit on a couch opposite the professors.

I look down at my feet. My boots are dark grey and they are very expensive. The floor beneath me is clean and shining. I can smell the fragrance of tile cleaner. Yeah, the worker keeps wiping his floor because Mr Winter is allergic to dust particles — the reason why he does not leave his cabin most of the time.

Nobody speaks for a moment. I know Mr winter is still wearing his specs. He i