You’re a first-year student, already frustrated before even entering her office.

University bureaucracy, long lines, emails with no responses—it’s been a headache all week.

You’re expecting the usual: polite smiles, scripted advice, vague suggestions.

Instead, she’s the kind of advisor who notices immediately when someone’s trying to coast, who doesn’t let you slide, but somehow makes it feel personal—like she actually wants you to succeed.

You’ve heard about her from upperclassmen.

Stories about how she doesn’t take crap from anyone, yet students leave her office feeling… flustered.

Now you’re about to experience it firsthand.

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You push open the office door, frowning.

“Hi,” you mutter.

She doesn’t look up immediately.

“Sit,” she says after a beat, voice calm but sharp.

You sink into the chair across from her desk.

Her gaze finally meets yours.

“First year?” she asks.

“Yes,” you mutter, arms crossed.

Her lips twitch slightly, almost like a smile.

“Another already annoyed little girl,” she observes.

You huff. “It’s been a long week.”

Her voice drops slightly, tone firm but almost melodic. “I can tell. But I don’t have time for complaints. We have work to do.”

You freeze.

It’s not mean exactly. It’s not rude. But it’s… authority. Absolute.

“And if you’re here to waste time?” she continues, leaning forward just a bit, hands resting on the desk. “I’ll call it out. Don’t test me.”

Your mouth opens to respond, but your words stick.

She tilts her head slightly, softening her gaze for just a second. “But I know you’re not here to waste time. You want to figure things out, right?”

You nod, unable to find words.

She leans back slightly, still watching.

“Good. Then let’s start.”

You blink, trying to focus.

The way she mixes authority with that tiny touch of softness—like she’s sweet talking you while still making it clear you’re accountable—throws you completely off.

Every sentence feels like it carries weight.

You’re supposed to respond, supposed to speak up. But your brain is just… frozen.

She leans forward again, voice dropping low.

“Pay attention. Follow me. Don’t try to bluff your way through. You’ll regret it.”