Deacon sat down at his desk in the library. Taking out the file he kept in a locked drawer, setting it in front of him. Taking a moment to center himself, head in his hands, building up the courage to open it. Quietly, Rose entered the room and placed a cup of tea in front of him. "Sir, I don't want to overstep my boundaries, but why would Parker be here?" Sighing heavily, Deacon held his head up and looked Rose in the eyes. "Angel, he is here for Angel."
Rose gasped while sitting in a chair across from the desk. "Want to talk about it?" Still maintaining eye contact, Deacon opened the file. "Do not discuss this with Angel, I don't think she knows." Rose nodded in agreement. Taking out a glossy photograph, he handed it to Rose. "It's graphic." Rose nodded in agreement again, taki
