Page 45 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“I need your help again now.”
“What’s up, boss?”
Aaron chuckled at their response. “I want to know everything about Simon. Simon has been put on my shit list after talking crap about Zaire.” At their raised brows, he added, “I would be like this had he said it about anyone.”
“I know. I’ve never heard you swear before.”
“Not loud enough for you to hear anyway.” He laughed. “Simon is denying Zaire the right to wear what he wants. He wants Zaire out of the school to stop him—and I quote—looking like a girl. I want his head on a platter, Pamela. Nobody is allowed to stop someone from being what they want to be in my school.” His voice rose at the end of his sentence, his anger returning tenfold.
“Firstly, calm down. Secondly, I will see to it. Thirdly, speak to Uma. Safety in numbers. Until we have something on Simon other than ‘he said, he said,’ we need to be careful. You do not want to be sued for wrongful dismissal.”
Aaron inhaled deeply, resting his hands on his hips as he stared outside. Pamela was right. He needed to be careful; otherwise, Simon would be staying, and Aaron would be out instead of the reverse.
“Thank you, Pamela.”
“Just doing my job,” they replied as they exited, closing the door behind them.
Aaron settled himself behind his desk, determined to get some work done before any more distractions happened.
When the clock rolled around to three o’clock, Aaron left his office and headed towards Zaire’s class. He would not allow Simon to corner Zaire at any point, and it would give him the chance to have a quick word with Uma.
He entered the class as the children were lining up by the door to be collected. A few children called, “Goodbye, Mr Brown!” to which he replied with a wave and a smile. At his name, he saw Zaire glance up, blush and return to cleaning up. He headed over to Uma’s desk and sat on her chair, waiting while she saw the children to their parents.
“Can I help you, Mr Brown?” Uma asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Actually, yes,” he replied, vacating her chair, indicating for her to sit and seeing her eyebrows rise at his serious tone as opposed to her joking one.
“What’s wrong?”
He leaned his hip against her desk, keeping an eye on Zaire as he answered, voice low, “Simon is causing issues. I’m handling it at the moment, but I need your help to keep an eye on Zaire. I do not want it escalating more than what it is now.”
“And what is it now?”
“Simon has made his thoughts clear on what he believes is needed at this school, and what is not.”
“Asshole,” she cursed.
“I’m going to speak to the governors and get their backing, but I want Simon gone. I do not want his words hurtinganyof my staff.”
“Okay. Not a problem.”
“Thank you. And I’m pinching your helper.” He grinned as he pushed away from the desk. “Zaire? Come on. I need you.” In more ways than one.
“But I need…” he trailed off when he saw Aaron’s face.
“It’s okay, Zaire. We’re almost done. And besides, you came in early today,” Uma backed Aaron up.
“If you’re sure.” Zaire looked anything but, though he dropped the toys he held into a box and straightened. “Have a good weekend, Uma.”
“You, too. Both of you,” she replied.
Aaron left the room with Zaire on his heels after Zaire collected his bag and coat.
“I need to nip to my office to grab some things, and we can head home.”
“Okay.”
Aaron wanted to get Zaire home so he could spoil him rotten. After the day Zaire had endured, Aaron wanted nothing more than to pamper the hell out of him. And it was exactly what he planned to do.
