"Ahh Hunter, good timing. Miss Bellafonte is ready for you," he smirks.
"Actually Mr. Hollingsworth, I will be in just a minute. The Dean here and I were just discussing confidentiality and the impact of such breaches. I mean my lawyers have implored that into my psyche for a while now. Even Professor Gibson discussed that just yesterday," I snarl back at him. I have no issue reminding him who is sitting across from him. My grandpa is going to be furious, not at me though. This sort of veiled intimidation shit pisses him off no end.
Hunter is surprisingly quiet and doesn't make a move to enter the room or our discussion, which surprises me further.
"My apologies Miss Bellafonte, perhaps you misunderstood my earlier comments. I would never breach our own privacy doctrine." he murmurs looking more contrite, as he should.
"Accepted Dean. I appreciate your assistance. Next time, you have all my numbers, perhaps reach out to me first," I ask before turning to Hunter.
I am surprised by the look on his face, it is like he is proud and furious all at once. It takes my breath away, but I am on a roll and it is about time he met the real Gigi.
"Hunter, I take it you are my appointed tutor for Coding. I will send you an email when I get back to my room and perhaps we can schedule some time. Obviously I am happy to pay you for your time. I hope we didn't inconvenience you but again, I am thankful that you have offered to help me. There is no doubt, I could do with the additional assistance," I say saccharinely sweetly at him.
His eyes flare and his pupils dilate in response.
"Of course,” is all he responds with.
