Page 60 of The Prom

I pretend to be clueless and then frown. “Oh, I remember. My bad, I’m so sorry Angela, I must meet Sonia. Maybe next week.”

A flash of anger causes her to frown, and she shakes her head.

“That is not an option, Drake.”

I’m surprised at the hardening of her expression and the steel in her voice.

“Excuse me?”

She shakes her head as if she’s disappointed.

“We cannot conduct this conversation here. Please meet me in my office in ten minutes. You may change your plans after that.”

She scoots back in her chair and stands, gazing at me with a strange gleam in her eye.

I’m surprised at the transformation because, after one refusal, she has morphed into a warrior.

The obvious displeasure on her face is matched by the angry gleam in her eye and I’m a little stunned because I never saw this coming.

As she leaves, she snaps, “Ten minutes, Drake. “

I watch her go and wonder what brought about the change and I can only think it’s because I mentioned the fictitious Sonia.

Somehow, my appetite has deserted me and so, with a sigh, I push my food away and reach for my water bottle. I may as well get this over with and something a lot like dread accompanies me out of the room.

When I reach her office,I take a deep breath as I knock and wait for her command to go inside. I’m not nervous. I’ve faced worse, and if Ryder had looked at me in the same way, I would be fearing for my life as I wait for permission to enter. However, this is Angela Constable, and I’m only mildly interested. Whatever she has got to say is irrelevant anyway because as soon as this mission is a successful one, I will high tail it out of here and back to anonymity as soon as the red tape is tied up.

“Enter.”

Her abrupt command tells me whatever she’s got to say won’t be wrapped in the usual sugar and as I head inside, she peers at me and her lips are set in a thin line as she points to the chair opposite her desk.

“Sit down, Drake. This won’t take long.”

I face her, withholding my irritated sigh, and as she glances up, I detect an excitement in her expression that baffles me.

“You may want to reconsider your evening tonight because it comes with consequences.”

“I don’t understand.”

She toys with a folder lying on her desk and her smile is almost triumphant as she hisses, “I wonder if this is Sonia?”

She removes a photograph from inside and slides it across the desk toward me.

When I see the subject matter, my heart sinks. What the fuck!

It’s a photograph of Friday night. When Imogen came to the house and we spent it in my bed. I stare in horror at the photographic evidence of the two of us fucking and the blood must drain from my face because she laughs softly. “Who is a very naughty boy?”

I glance up and yet rather than be disgusted, she appears almost euphoric.

“This changes things, Drake.”

“In what way?”

I note several other pages inside the file and she taps her fingers on it almost triumphantly.

“It may surprise you to learn that this isn’t the first indiscretion I’ve dealt with at Rockwell.”

She leans forward, her cleavage accentuating the lines around her neck.

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