I had been thinking all along how to start defending the dean. It would be impolite to just walk away, and it would be like I was making excuses to him. His secretary had a very cold face towards me. And when I entered his spacious, cold office...
"Students, do you want anything else?"
A dignified middle-aged man in a black suit asked, turning to look at the box. It includes a brand new phone, a gift card and a letter. The cardboard contained the message of deepest condolences, he typed. The gist of the expression it's like a greeting card.
"What do you mean you want...?"
"What would be used as an apology for the whole incident?"
He was very confused at first, while he turned his face away in exasperation.
"My good daughter's handiwork."
"..."
Because I didn't understand, my eyes wandered somewhere else and accidentally stumbled upon the dean's last name standing tall on the table.
Oh... P'Jeans' last name.
I opened my eyes wide, trying to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Yes, it was true. It was the same last name as the person I hated to the core. With all that preamble, it shouldn't be hard to guess that they were father and daughter.
The reason I was called here wasn't to talk about the post, but to apologize on behalf of his own daughter.
"I really have to apologize to the students on behalf of them. My daughter is a spoiled and fun-loving person."
I appreciate that he has some consideration for someone like me who has been bullied, but this is no different than throwing money at someone's head to apologize.
"What if something like this happens again?"
My voice and expression changed from confusion to doubt, causing the dean to pause and think.
"This probably isn't his first time."
"..."
"How would I know that I'll be safe from now on? The things the dean gave me can't guarantee anything. I'll have to meet that guy... at the university anyway."
He sighed, listening to the problem that had arisen.
"Then, what do you, students, want?"
"An apology from Phi Jeans' mouth."
His worldly eyes looked at me unexpectedly. He probably didn't think that what I wanted wasn't something valuable, but the realization of what he had done to me. I imagined her standing in front of me, losing her dignity and apologizing to the younger people for all the things she had done to me.
Thinking about it, I lowered my head and smiled, pouting my lips.
Luckily, the rector didn't see it. Not long after, a deep voice caught his attention. He answered and nodded,
"Okay."
Maybe my decision was a terrible mistake.
"Sorry."
The tone was as harsh as the gaze she gave me. She was called from class by her own father to apologize.
But damn, what you said sounded more like "Is there a problem?"
"Speak nicely to your juniors,"
The abbot standing beside her said in a stern voice. Of course, his good daughter would secretly roll her eyes in displeasure.
