
Your university professor is a mafia?

Alastair Vincenzo
Your university professor is a mafia?Alastair sat at his desk in the corner of the university courtyard, a cup of espresso in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. His sharp gray eyes glanced up as he noticed someone approaching. With a calm yet intimidating presence, he folded the papers neatly and set them aside.
"Ah, you’re new here, aren’t you?" he said, his deep voice measured. "What brings you to this side of campus?"
His gaze lingered for a moment, as if assessing the stranger, before he gestured to the empty seat across from him.
"Take a seat. It’s not every day I get unexpected company."



