Page 23 of A Master's Destiny
My heart starts to race, certain the ax is about to fall.
“The young woman you scened with tonight…”
“Yes.”
“She is Headmaster Kennedy’s daughter.”
“The headmaster of the entire Training Center?”
He nods.
I stare at him, dumbstruck, and watch him walk back into the school.
Holy hell, I didn’t see that coming…
Perspective
I’m not prepared when I get a call from Master Nosh later in the week. “Mr. Davis, can you come in a half-hour earlier tonight? I need to speak to you privately.”
“Of course.”
After I hang up, I find myself struggling to concentrate at work. I keep wondering if it’s about the latest incident with Surfer Boy. The evening before, he’d cornered me in the bathroom…
“Tell me, Davis. On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate our instructor as a fuck?”
“Get away from me, asshole,” I’d growled. “I want nothing to do with you.”
“Of course you don’t. I’m the only one who’s figured out what’s really going on. Not only are you fucking our instructor, but you must give one hell of a blow job. How else can you explain the way the trainers fawn all over you?”
Slater went to unbutton his pants. “Maybe if you suckmydick, I won’t give a fuck, either.”
Rather than give him the satisfaction of a reaction, I clamped my fists tight to stop myself from decking him in the jaw. Preserving my composure, I rushed out of the bathroom and almost hit one of the trainers with the damn door.
“Where’s the fire?” Laird laughed good-naturedly.
I forced a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to almost take you out—”
Slater shoved the door open violently in pursuit of me. But, as soon as he saw Laird, he stopped short. Surfer Boy’s demeanor completely changed in that moment, and he swiped his hair back, looking as if he’d been traumatized.
Without saying a word, he glanced briefly at the trainer and then started down the hallway with his hands in his pockets and his head lowered.
Laird watched him walk away, saying nothing, then headed in the opposite direction.
I didn’t think any more of the incident—until now. What if Laird reported the incident to Master Nosh, which is the reason for this sudden meeting?
Needing to stay an hour longer to finish up at work, I’m forced to skip dinner and grab an apple on the way so I can make it to Nosh’s meeting on time.
Rachael Dunningham looks up and smiles when she sees me. “Master Nosh is waiting for you in his office, Mr. Davis.”
I nod to her, appreciating her pleasant demeanor since I am feeling far from confident as I make my way to the elevator. My stomach churning with uneasiness, I take a deep breath before lightly rapping on his office door.
“Come in, Mr. Davis,” Master Nosh states, his tone dire.
I open the door to find him sitting behind a rustic pine desk. The office is minimally decorated, the focal point being a majestic portrait of a Native American with a single feather in his hair.
Master Nosh notices me staring at it and asks, “Do you know who he is?”
I shake my head, unfamiliar with Cheyenne history.
