13. Compensation
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A door knock brings me out of my slumber and I realize I dozed off. I close the yearbook in my lap, then drag myself out of bed while rubbing my eyes.
“Coming… Give me a minute…”
This room is a mess. Ira will be pissed when she realizes I didn’t do s**t the whole day. I throw the year book inside the luggage bag, then zip and push it underneath the bed. I could still make it to the last two lectures. I must.
I open the door, expecting Ira or some girl, instead I see a man in a crisp gray suit standing in front of me.
I blink in confusion. “Yes?”
“Miss Riley. I am James Patterson.” He forwards his hand and my mind screams not to shake it. His expensive tailored suit, trimmed gray hair and neatly shaved face gives me a sense of foreboding. It’s all too familiar.
