ZOEY
"Excuse me?" Professor Beaumont asked, turning around to face her.
From the look on his face, she could not tell whether telling the truth was the right thing to do or if she'd completely f****d up.
Maybe she shouldn't have come here today. He would have understood that she needed to recover, but f**k if she didn't want to go to France.
She could not even look him in the face directly, a mass forming in her throat as she stared at the floor.
"A couple of days ago, I saw you getting harassed at the airport. I helped you through that. Damn, I even bought you food because I felt so bad. I gave you some money, and you have the audacity to casually come into my office, expect me to buy your bullshit lie, and shut up like a good f*****g man?" He asked her, angrily, swearing for the fir
