Page 92 of Positively Pricked
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"Sure," he soothed. "And you don't need this. You know that, right?"
After a pause and a stifle, Paisley mumbled, "I guess so."
As for me, I was still glaring at the professor. "Get out," I told him, "or I'll have you thrown out."
He lifted his bearded chin. "No."
I made a sound of frustration, "What do you mean, 'no'?"
In the background, the new guy was still talking to Paisley. "Now come on," he soothed, "give me a smile." There was another sniffle, followed by another pause. A moment later, the guy said, "See? It's not so bad."
Turns out, he was wrong. It was bad. Very bad. Because the door behind Carla had just swung open, and there he was – my boss.
And he didn't look happy.
