Mr Wolfe’s POV
I was horrified to hear of the vile things that boy had said to her before I got there. Not because of anything personal, but to another colleague and human being just because he couldn’t be bothered to do his job. Not my problem. Not anymore.
After telling Evie the news I could tell she was nervous. She looked as if she’d crawled in to a ball like an armadillo. Walls, turrets, shields. All up. She was starting to calm down from the event at lunch and then as soon as I mentioned me mentoring her it was like a switch; like the lack of confidence consumed her. I really wish I knew why? She isn’t very forthcoming with sharing personal information so I pretended that I didn’t notice. Once leaving her with the task I head to my bundle of meetings, enthralled by the thought of
