When door flew open, Linea was startled. She must have fallen asleep after her long bout of tears.
Master Donovan advanced into her room dressed in a charcoal suit, pale blue shirt and silver tie. He looked more intimidating now than he ever did in the playroom. He threw a folder on her bed with such force, the paperwork inside slid out enough she knew what the papers said.
The training packet she turned in to him sat like a grenade before her eyes.
"Do you know what that is," he demanded.
"Yes." She knew his question was rhetorical.
"Did you read it before you signed?"
"Yes." She pulled the sheet higher on her naked body.
"Then please tell me how we came to have that little incident." He walked closer to her bed. Close enough she felt the heat radiate from his anger.
"I thought...
