Yes, Professor 1

I sat, lounged back with my heels perched on my desk, inspecting my nails out of boredom while the clock ticked away in the background.

A buzz came through my intercom and I perked up. "Lola, you have a client on line 7!" one of the girls from the front desk chirped into the receiver.

I flicked my platinum blonde bangs out of my heavily mascaraed eyes and cleared my throat before delicately picking up the phone.

"Lola speaking," I purred, swiveling my chair slightly to face the maroon wall of my dimly lit 'office.'

"I've been dying to hear your voice all day, my sweet girl."