Thread: New in town WHO: Natália Santos and Jack Cavanaugh WHEN: August 11, afternoon WHERE: Jack's office
Natália may not have been quite so critical of the school had she not been forced to pay for it. She'd been young at the time of the contract's signing, so she hadn't learned to read it entirely. She couldn't even get her hands on it but she knew that this came as a direct reaction to an action on her part. Of all the times for the law of physics to work against her, it had to be when she gave her dad a proverbial middle finger. The school wasn't all that bad, but considering how much it costed to attend, she was nitpicking. Assessing everything in her room and figuring out how much the school might require for maintenance, the cost given their teaching staff, and so on. She'd go through it later and see how the numbers added up.
For now she had to play nice. The next four years of her life were devoted to education here. In a state that got snow and temperatures that went below freezing. Having grown up in São Paulo, where the winter lows went to a balmy 55 degrees Fahrenheit on average, this would take some adjusting. So she slapped a smile on her face and made her way to the office of the man who called himself Jack Cavanaugh. He was her "head of house" and so this conversation was just a formality. She had work to do beyond totaling the school's costs and starting to build new connections.
After knocking on the door, she was invited into the office. She entered and quickly scanned the room for signs and symbols of what this man might be. Natália noted his physical attractiveness, but also knew that teachers here wouldn't play with their students the way they might back home where the moral code strict in different ways.
"Hello, Mr. Cavanaugh," she said with an rather normal sounding American accent, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She seated herself in a chair, a smile forming on burgundy painted lips. Natália crossed one leg over the other, tugging lightly at the hem of her dress.