Chapter 9
Angus’ personal assistant used her bum to open the principal’s door, backing into the room with her tea tray resting high on her bosom. The stench hit her nostrils before she could turn around and the principal stood by the open window gagging. She clattered the tray onto his desk and waved, not daring to open her mouth.
“I’ve never known her so quiet.” Hana smirked from behind Angus’ desk, putting the finishing touches to Phoenix’s vile nappy. She used baby wipes to restore the dirty bottom back to its rightful pink.
“The child or my assistant?” Angus spoke from behind his hand.
“Your assistant.” Hana smirked. “Perhaps making rotten smells is the way to curb her nosiness.”
“Perish the thought.” Angus turned and pushed his face through the small gap, heaving in fresh air and
