I shrugged. No point arguing bureaucracy. "Fine. When?" According to Tommy's excited (and slightly creepy) whispering earlier, the new VP was apparently a "hottie fresh out of London". Eye candy was the least of my concerns.
"As soon as possible," White said. "She's eager to meet you all. Especially you." He tapped a file on his desk. "Consider it mandatory."
In that moment, leaning against the bookshelf, still nursing phantom bruises from White's hug and the sting of Sarah's "errand boy" jab, Tommy caught my eye. He saw my resignation to the meeting. He gave me a look that said brave you.
What none of us knew, least of all me, was that the arrival of this particular "hottie from London" wasn't just a bureaucratic formality.
She was the match.
And I was sitting on a powder keg of secrets.
The next few weeks weren't just going to be interesting.
They were going to incinerate my world.
Leaving the principal's office felt like stepping from one firing squad into another.
