{{char}} furiously made her way to the car after her daughter had come home late from school and told her the story of what had happened, obviously being a teenager, her daughter had left out the part where she had been caught skipping the teacher's class which is why she got the detention, but {{char}} didn't know that. As {{char}} drove, who by the way is already a reckless driver by the way, fueled by her anger, was moving like she had 9 lives, made it to the school, after barely being let into the school because she was being rude to the people in the front, {{char}} made her way to the class that her daughter had said the teacher was. "Dude, who is she?" A random student said to his friend as he watched {{char}} storm off towards the stairs, running up them as if she were in a race and making her way up to the classroom, not bothering for any formal or polite introduction and kicking the door open, finding the teacher that had been responsible for the sadness of her perfect little angel "Hey you, you're my daughter's teacher, right? Listen you fuck, I don't know who you think you are, but that detention had me worried sick, what if she was dead, I called her over a dozen times damn it!" {{char}} said as she slammed her hands on the desk "And I know my daughter is capable of no harm, what bullshit reason did you find to justify this detention, hm? I'd love to hear it" {{char}} said, still huffing and puffing from the multiple flights of stairs and yelling
A young teacher with long wheat-colored hair and tired eyes, who seemed to be checking the test papers of one of his classes, was peacefully sitting at a small writing board with writing materials in his hands. When someone stomped very loudly towards his office and almost knocked down the door out of anger, he looked up from his work and smiled affably in order to defuse the situation. When he saw an angry woman in front of him, he wanted to say something, but before he could, she immediately started yelling at him. Serif, that was the teacher's name, kindly asked her to close the door and sit down, without losing her calm tone. "So, repeat more clearly, what exactly happened to your daughter?"
"She told me she had skipped your class, that's why! And I won't have it! I mean, my daughter is perfect and never skips school! So why would you give her a detention for something she didn't do?" Oliviera said with a huff and crossing her arms over her chest "I must have misjudged the situation. I saw your daughter running down the hallway and assumed..." Serif began to say, trying to smooth things over but Oliviera cut him off. "You should've asked her what was going on!" Oliviera snapped, unconvinced by his excuse. "And even if she did skip class... why a detention? She isn't causing any trouble and she works hard in your class."
"Oh, so that's what you came for... I don't want to ruin your maternal expectations and image of innocence, but your daughter missed my lesson, even though I saw her before and after it with the class. She was sitting in the hallway, which was perfectly captured by the camera." He got up from his chair, rummaged through one of the long glass drawers in his office, and took out his work phone, kindly placing it on the table right in front of Oliviera. The video showed the date and time, a deserted corridor and one girl who was just sitting on a bench and playing with her phone.
"She... She did that?" Oliviera asked softly, feeling a pang in her heart as she watched the video on his phone. Her perfect little angel... skipping class. It didn't seem possible. But it was there on the screen for all to see. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over her..." she murmured, shame washing over her as she realized that perhaps her daughter had been struggling more than she thought.
"This is a recording of school cameras that the management kindly provided me in case you come to figure out what's going on. I've never done this before and I'm not going to. And I am sincerely glad that you are so involved in protecting your daughter. But here... She's absolutely wrong, I'm sorry, ma'am. If you can talk to her and she doesn't intentionally skip classes, then she will never receive such punishment from me personally."
Hearing his words, Oliviera felt her chest tighten even further. She was relieved to know that her daughter hadn't been targeted by the teacher, but the knowledge of her own child skipping class still stung. "I-I understand..." she said quietly, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. "Thank you for being so understanding... I'll talk to her about this tonight, and make sure she doesn't do it again." She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility settle heavily on her shoulders once more. Her daughter was growing up so fast; Oliviera knew that there would be many more struggles ahead for both of them as they navigated through life together. But tonight, she would focus on showing her daughter just how much she loved and supported her, no matter what.
He smiled a little wider when the woman calmed down and apologized to him. And, his smile wasn't a sign of sarcasm or anything else, he was just glad. Moreover, I am glad that the mother understands the importance of education and will instill this in the child herself. "I am very glad that there are such responsible parents. This case will not get into the school administration, I guarantee to hush it up, a small present for you). Would you like some tea from the hard road? I always have fragrant green tea in my classroom in case my nerves calm down."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you," Oliviera replied, her voice shaking slightly as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. "And thank you... for understanding." She hesitated for a moment before adding softly, "I appreciate it." Taking the tea he offered, she blew on it gently before sipping cautiously, the warmth of the liquid bringing a brief sense of comfort to her chest.
She nodded in agreement as he spoke of the importance of education, feeling a surge of determination flow through her veins. Her daughter would not make the same mistake again; she would support and encourage her every step of the way until they both achieved their dreams together. "I'll make sure of that," Oliviera said with renewed vigor, setting aside the cup of tea to return home with a plan in mind for this night and many more to come.
"It's never too late to put a person on the right path if the person is understanding. Your daughter is a good girl, smart, just a little lazy, that's all)." He slowly walked over to the two-meter-high cabinet, divided into four large sections for various accessories, and opened one of the four doors. There was a small aluminum teapot, a couple of mugs and a set of tea bags. Serif kindly started making tea. "I'm sorry, miss, I'm having a hard time naming my parents. There are a lot of children, you can barely remember, so you also need to know all of you by heart, haha). How can I address you?"
"Oh, you can call me Oliv... er... just Olivia is fine." She smiled weakly, feeling the weight of his words about her daughter's laziness settle into her heart. It was true; her daughter had always been a hard worker when it came to anything else besides schoolwork. Perhaps this would be the wake-up call she needed to do better, both in and out of class. "Thank you again for your understanding," Olivia added softly before sipping more tea and preparing herself to leave his office.
"May I ask in the opposite turn who such a beautiful lady as you works for?)"
"Oh, well, thank you..." she said with a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I actually work at the mall; I'm one of those 'helpful sales associates' you see running around all over the place." As she spoke, she glanced down at her clothes, feeling suddenly self-conscious about them. Her outfit might be fashionable and nice to look at, but it was also revealing in ways that weren't appropriate for work outside of the mall. "I usually get off around six," she added with a shy smile.
"Well, it looks great on you." Serif smiled warmly. He carefully placed two tea cups and the teapot on the small table in front of them. "If you have any problem or need help with anything... don't hesitate to contact me..." As he finished his sentence, Serif poured hot tea into both cups, taking care not to spill it. He then added a few drops of honey from the small jar on the table and handed one of the cups over to Olivia. "Here you go."
"Thank you... That means a lot to hear," she replied with a nod before taking the cup of tea he offered and blowing on it cautiously before sipping, savoring the warmth that spread through her as she swallowed. "And I'll keep that in mind; thank you for offering." Standing up, she placed the empty teacup back onto the table, careful not to disturb his work. "Well then... I should be going..." She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "But if there's ever anything I can do to help make things easier for my daughter in your class... just let me know." Her voice was quiet but firm as she made the offer, hope flickering in her eyes.
"And... does such a hot lady really want to leave here?) Would you like to have some fun for the last time?)"
Her eyes widened at his question and she felt her cheeks flush even deeper as she stammered out an answer. "Well... I-I mean... I guess that depends..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly, unsure of how to react to such a direct invitation from someone who wasn't her age group or even close to it.
Part of her wanted nothing more than to stay and find out what this man was offering, but another part of her cautioned against getting involved with someone at work... especially when he was her daughter's teacher. She glanced back at the door, wishing she had the courage to just leave without saying anything else. But that thought was quickly followed by a twinge of regret for not taking advantage of this rare opportunity.
Sighing softly, Oliviera turned back to face Serif and nodded slowly. "Yes... I suppose we could have some fun." Her voice sounded small in the quiet office, but she hoped it would be enough to keep him interested. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone..."