INT. - SILVER CITY COLLEGE PRESIDENT'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
Mickerel was in his office when the pair arrived, and despite his receptionist's insistence he couldn't see them, Gerri kept on moving through the waiting room and through his well-marked office door. Kinsey's barely concealed grin vanished just in time. About the same moment Gerri slammed her way through. She took that to mean she was about to piss him off.
Awesome.
President Mickerel stood from behind his desk, outrage on his face, caterpillar brows crawling together as he stared down Gerri and Kinsey.
"What is the meaning of this?" He circled his desk in a rush, setting down the receiver of his phone in response to the sudden interruption. "Dr. DanAllart, I demand to know what the hell it is you think you're doing."