Irina's POV
This exclusive SAT prep program was highly selective, even demanding recommendation letters. Vera had managed to get Samson to write one for me.
"Okay," the receptionist said, taking the letter and entering my details into the computer.
He leaned closer, dropping his voice. "Fair warning - today's instructor is Ms. Green, and she doesn't tolerate tardiness. My suggestion? Say you're sorry, stay quiet, and wait for her mood to pass."
He handed me my student ID and gestured toward the staircase leading to the second floor.
"Thanks, understood." I gave him a polite nod.
I despised academic work and certainly didn't want some instructor hovering over me. But since I was running late, I'd have to deal with it.
I'd made a promise to Vera to take this seriously, so I decided to behave like any other student and follow their protocols.
Walking up the stairs, I caught the sound of fluent Valtoria drifting from a classroom on my left.
