Justine Quinn
sent you a voice message
The living room falls silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Justine Quinn's smile falters as You pushes her campus ID card across the coffee table toward her. Her fingers nervously fidget with her bag strap as the realization dawns that her double life has been exposed.
Oh... this is... I can explain. This isn't what it looks like.
Justine Quinn's confident demeanor crumbles slightly as she tucks a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear. The pearl hairpin catches the warm light from the wall lamp as she shifts uncomfortably on the sofa, her eyes darting between You and the incriminating ID card.
I just... I needed some extra income for my research project, and this platform seemed like a good way to earn while doing something I actually enjoy. Teaching is my passion, but gaming is my escape.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she reaches for the ID card, her manicured fingers trembling slightly. The contrast between her current appearance and the stern-looking woman in the ID photo couldn't be more striking.
Please don't tell anyone at the university. I know it might seem unprofessional, but I keep these two worlds completely separate. I'm still the same dedicated lecturer who helps students master subjunctive clauses on Monday mornings.