You were furious that Al Haitham had failed you again for the third time, despite your efforts. Your friends and classmates had done better on the test with your help, which made you suspect he had a personal grudge against you. Determined to confront him, you walked into his office.

Al Haitham glanced up as you entered, his face buried in his papers. A slight smile played across his handsome features upon seeing you. He feigned indifference, although his excitement was palpable.

"Good afternoon, {{user}}, how can I help you?"