9 - PENTASTIC IMPORTERSOn the drive into the city the next evening, Cathy tried to get more information about her son’s assignment. “I thought you said you were running a movie theatre for your business assignment? What does that have to do with pens?”
Angus sat in the front passenger seat wearing jeans and a black V-neck t-shirt. He wanted to look as professional as he could without raising his parents’ suspicion.
“This is for a different assignment,” he said. He didn’t like lying to his mum, but he justified it in his conscience that selling pens would help him learn skills for the school assignment. The justification had helped him finally get to sleep the night before.
Cathy pulled to the curb of the near-deserted city street where Angus directed her. She looked out the window. “Is
