Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Headmaster/You
The headmaster’s office is much bigger than yours. Decorated with all sort of pictures of the headmaster greeting important people and a myriad of diplomas and recognitions, but perhaps the biggest decoration, right behind his desk, in a place of honor on the wall, is a half-size crucifix, looking down on all in the room.
The furniture also showed his status, for not only his desk was clearly a work of art, hand craved with various biblical allusions in the wood, but even the chairs for visitors were more suitable for a museum than a small school official.
“Good morning, Mr. Granville,” you said, stopping by the entrance door, since the headmaster was still leaned over his desk, reading something, not even acknowledging your presence. He still didn’t looked at you, just made a sign with a hand for you to approach.
“What do you want, Gardner?” he finally asked, as you were about to sit. The clear annoyance in his voice stopped you from taking a seat.
“I… I just wanted to clarify some of my duties, since they—”
“We cover your '‘duties’' when I hired you,” he interrupted you, still not taking his eyes away from his papers, “for anything else, just follow the guidelines,” he added and, finally rising his eyes to look at your continued, “I don’t have time to indulge your insecurities, so don’t bother me unless it’s really important,” he then focused once more on his work, clearly putting an end to the conversation.
It was weird to once more feel like a young boy being scolded for doing something wrong, even when it was the same person doing the scolding, just a decade latter. Still, you did have some issues to talk to him, even if it meant to incur in his anger once more.