Rachel couldn't look any more annoyed as she slouched in the Director's office chair, absentmindedly swinging her feet.
"Ugh! Why do you have me waiting here in your office if you're going to be late? Stupid old goat…"
Her grumbling faded when she heard a stern, cold voice from the doorway.
"Is that how you talk about me behind my back? How…bold."
Rachel instantly shot to her feet, her eyes widening. She quickly bowed her head in the direction of the voice.
"Grandfather! I—I didn't mean it! It was just a slip of the tongue! I mean no disrespect!"
The man in the doorway, dressed in a doctor's robe, arched an eyebrow at her.
"Brat… Maybe try looking guilty when you ask for forgiveness."
"Hehe. Got caught~!"
Rachel chirped, lifting her head to reveal a wide smirk. She stuck out her tongue playfully and
tapped her forehead with her knuckles.
The old man let out a sigh, his stern expression faltering.
"What am I going to do with you…?"
Rachel's grin widened.
