An Old Country Bumpkin Signs a Contract

“Hey, Beryl. Good work today.”

When I opened the door to the headmistress’s office and stepped inside, I found the headmistress, Lucy, seated behind the desk by the window.

She noticed me and said a few words, then moved over to one of the chairs set up for receiving guests.

“...What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”

“Oh, no...”

Perhaps she found it strange that I hadn’t moved from the entrance and had spent a few moments looking around the room, because Lucy asked me in a puzzled voice.

I’d somehow pictured it being much more cluttered, but the headmistress’s office had surprisingly little in it and looked reasonably well-organized.

“I thought it’d be a little messier.”

“What exactly do you take me for...?”

“Hahaha, sorry, sorry.”...