A scene from Old Clothes and Stale Coffee chapter 22
“Are you okay, professor?”
“Do I look okay?” he snapped.
I closed the door of his workstation and gently placed a hand on the professor’s tense shoulder.
“You are too hard on them.”
“They deserved it! How would they learn otherwise? Just think, they reached grad school, and still can’t come up with a good thesis proposal?!”
“There is a better way to educate them.”
“I don’t have time to educate them in a better way!”
“Then why are you accepting interns in the first place?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Ask the goddamn HR department! Go interrogate Frankenstein’s bride who keeps sending me brats for her ‘Training Bright Minds’ program!”
He kicked off another pile off his table.
“The hell... I’m the one who suffers the most due to their stupidity!” he grumbled. “They’re just a bunch of rich kids with questionable credentials, eager to work under a famous professor such as myself for future reference. Their parents think getting my name in their brat’s resume would do them some good,” he continued. “Perhaps they think I would treat their kids nicely since some of them work upstairs.”
“The god fucking bastards... what if those idiots turn into scientists and start messing up for real? They would do more harm than good! They could even drag my name down the drain with them someday!”
I touched his other shoulder.
“I see, that could really pose a problem,” I said as I massaged him. “The last batch were quite exceptional, though. I look forward to their return, in case they decide to work here after they graduate.”
“Hmph. That’s what you think! Do you know what one of them passed as a thesis proposal at the start?” he asked me. It was called, `How to Love Me as an Omega’!”
“Yes, I seem to remember Pedro say you burned it in front of the student who made it.”
“Worth it.” He guffawed. “I still remember his opening line – `I know a lot of people don’t love me an omega so I will learn how to love me for others.’ He even placed a smiley at the end of the line.” he tsked. “Just imagine. I will forever remember that god forsaken title for the rest of my life.”
I guess it really is irritating for someone like the professor who has photographic memory to read useless research.
“I will try to talk to Dr. Francisco about the interns,” I told him. “Look on the bright side, though, at least you finally get your cast removed later.”
Prof. Antonio gave a deep sigh and touched my left hand.
“Habibi...” he stared up at me.
“Yes, professor?” I looked down at him.
He reached up to my face to stroke my cheek.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop touching me?” He suddenly slapped my cheek. Not so hard, but enough to sting.
He stood up, stared at me, and pulled off my lasso. My hair fell on my shoulders and off my back. This is his new way of teasing me.
“Make me some coffee to cool my head.”
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