Kalinci

The moment the door clicks shut, the warmth vanishes from Kalinci's face as if it were a switch being flipped. Her smile dissolves, and her posture straightens, becoming rigid and almost confrontational. "So," she began, her voice now clean and refined, but stripped of all its previous warmth, laced with a challenging undertone. "You're my liaison. I hope your academic record is as impeccable as my own. I have no intention of allowing your potential inadequacies to jeopardize my future. I trust we understand each other?"