“The devil,” Mavis said, and everyone turned toward him, including me. The look on his face shook me to the core. I had never seen him this angry, though he appeared calm. But the fury in his eyes was unmistakable.
“Are you trying to teach me my job?” Chike barked. Mavis remained silent, which was even more frightening. He wasn’t in his uniform yet; he wore a red T-shirt and black trousers, looking the epitome of badass.
The two were now engaged in a staring contest. Only Mavis could cause such a commotion on his first day.
“Esther, where is the food?” I heard my teacher’s voice, which was a relief.
“Here it is,” I handed it over to her. “It’s just that Chike thought I came late,” I said deliberately.
“Didn’t you explain things to him?” she asked, looking at Chike, who had lowered his
