Chapter Nineteen
The Rise of Derek
It’s never too late to stand up for yourself
Catrina sat in her office. She was in a state of turmoil; what had happened to her son? Yesterday he arrived back from God knows where, refused to speak to her—spending time on his phone instead. He even went out again without saying where. This was a Derek she hadn’t seen before.
She paced and wondered what her son was up to when a note slipped under her door.
Canteen tea break, don’t be late—son.
She read the note several times; it was his handwriting. Why a note? She walked back through the corridor past George looking as defeated as his best war monologue. Something is wrong, she thought. Serves him right. She moved to the canteen, where she saw Derek looking sure of himself.
He smiled and waved.
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