Alexander Anderson's POV (Father Of Asher)

I was in my office working on some files when I heard my telecom ringing. It was my assistant's call. I picked up the call,

"Yes"

"The principal of Dexton University is on the line, sir."

"Transfer the call, "I say

After thinking for a moment, I decided to answer the call.

"Yes"

"Good morning Mr.Anderson."

"Good morning."

"Mr. Frank, the teacher of Asher's class, would like to schedule another meeting with you today, Sir. This meeting will discuss Asher's progress and any concerns that may have arisen since our last conversation. Please feel free to reach out to set up a convenient time for this meeting."

'Ugh, Mr. Frank is back. That guy is always so emotionless. Not exactly the life of the party.'I thought

"What did he do now? "

"It appears that he arrived late on the first day."

'Ugh, that brat! ' I sigh

"Is meeting important?"

"I think so, sir because Mr. Frank said to Asher that he will not be allowed to attend any class if you will not meet him today."

"Can't you make any excuse you are the principal," I said annoyingly

"It is crucial to emphasize the significance of the meeting, as Mr. Frank's directive carries weight. Given the potential repercussions for Asher's attendance, we must adhere to the scheduled meeting moreover, the meeting presents an opportunity to discuss pertinent matters such as Mr. Anderson's punctuality and the recent scholarship test results. Therefore, I strongly recommend that you prioritize this meeting, as it holds relevance for multiple aspects of our school's operations." The smartass principal spoke professionally.

'Discussing the scholarship test result is fine, but that man Mr. Frank, I can't say anything about. That teacher knows how to keep a person shut, and he's that brat's class teacher, so the brat's marks depend on that man. But here's the thing... the principal is scared of a teacher? Seriously, who made you the principal? I sigh, never mind. But on a serious note... does that man show emotions?  Wow, I am surprised that brat brought out the emotion of that emotionless guy.' I internally chuckled but groaned at the thought of meeting with Mr. Frank.

"Fine I will be there after school," I said in a professional tone.

Today, I couldn't resist the temptation to mess with that man. I smirked mischievously, wondering how he'd react to my Antics. Would he raise an eyebrow? Would he give me "the look"? Or would he burst into laughter at my audacity? Oh, the anticipation was almost as thrilling as the test itself. Let the games begin!

After the dispersal of the school

So, I finally made it to school and as soon as I walked in, I could feel the eyes on me. The female teachers were checking me out. I couldn't help but give a little wink to a few of them, and they squealed like fangirls. It's all in a day's work for me, though.

Suddenly I bumped into a man.

"I am sorry," I said before I was about to walk away, but then I heard that guy's voice and something told me to stay. And when I saw his face, I couldn't believe my luck!

'Heaven saves me.'

In a desperate attempt to conceal my true feelings, I hastily plastered a phoney smile across my face.

"Fake smile doesn't suit you, Mr. Anderson," Mr. Frank remarked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

'This guy' 😠

 I shot back with a little smirk, "I'll take that as a compliment, Mr. Frank." Better to play it cool and keep'em guessing than to let on that he'd caught me off guard.

'Dude, why are you staring at me like that? Say something, for real. It's getting awkward.'

"Uh, excuse me, Mr. Frank?" I said, giving him a raised eyebrow and a fake cough and just trying to get his attention.

"Mr. Anderson, let's go so we can talk easily and peacefully about your son. "

"Of course, Mr. Frank... after you," I replied with a fake smile with a little hint of smirking.

Man, I was wrong about him. He knows how to push my buttons. But hey, at least I can always count on heaven to save me from his antics.