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“Danielle! Get in here this instant!”
A shiver of anticipation raced down my spine and I allowed myself time for a smile before jumping up from my desk.
This was the second time Mr. Grant called me into his office today, and from his tone, he sounded like he was about to lose it. Just as I’d planned.
I eased open the door and slipped inside, checking my hair to make sure it hadn’t escaped its wrap.
Mr. Grant sat on the edge of his desk facing the doorway, perched like a bird of prey. His wavy hair was perfectly in place, but his brown eyes had a wild look behind them, like I was trying his last nerve.
“Come here.” His voice was dangerously low.
I walked toward him slowly, suddenly feeling nervous. What if my plan backfired? What if instead of punishing me like last
