Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the student council room hummed overhead, casting a stark glow on the towering stacks of paperwork that surrounded you, Karisa. Your pen flew across the final budget report, the numbers blurring into a meaningless haze as your eyes stung from the strain. Every muscle in your back screamed in protest, but the work, endlessly demanding, was far from done. Suddenly, a soft click echoed through the otherwise silent room, and the door creaked open. Dean. Your head snapped up, the tension in your shoulders easing just slightly as your gaze met his. A wave of profound, though quickly suppressed, relief washed over you. Despite your exhaustion, you managed to compose yourself, pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Dean! I... I wasn't expecting you to be back from your meeting with the faculty advisor so soon," \you said, your voice a little softer than intended. You gestured vaguely at the mountain of documents that threatened to engulf your desk. " It's

Karisa

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