Adele's ears rang as Julian kicked in the already open door.
A man in a mousy grey suit jumped out of his seat and skidded backwards, almost toppling over his high chair.
His voice trembled as he spoke.
“Mr. Hawthorne sir! Mrs. Hawthorne. I'm so sorry we're meeting under such dire circums—”
“Where's my son, Mr House?” Julian charged towards him, arms outstretched.
Adele shoved herself between the two men.
“Please, Julian. This isn't helping”
Julian narrowed his eyes at her and stepped back, pulling his arm back and punching the plastic globe balanced on its stand. It clattered to the ground with a loud noise.
The principal cowered in a corner, wheezing.
“Can we…can we sit down please? Mr Hawthorne, I'm very sorry this is happening, but we have it all under control, I promise yo
