Tuesday, 8 a.m. Business school, Dean Vance's Office
I pushed open the heavy door to Dean Vance's office, the familiar scent of her perfume, a rich blend of jasmine and sandalwood, enveloping me. It was like stepping into a memory, one of the many we'd shared within these very walls. The room stretched out before me, a symphony of cool, neutral tones, the expansive windows framing the cityscape below. My steps echoed on the polished marble floor as I made my way to the woman who commanded my attention.
