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“What am I supposed to do until you come back?” I call to him.
“Homework.”
I’m rendered speechless.
He strides past me, a storm of steely fire. But he stops and flings a single, knife-like brown eye over his shoulder.
“Also, you will not be able to have lunch with anyone. You’ll be working through noon.”
His words are firm enough to jar me awake and remind me…
I really hate this man.
* * *
The HR peopleare nice enough, despite being a little frosty when I show up. They take me to a desk just outside Mr. Sazuki’s office.
No one says much to me, although a lot of whispers erupt when I leave the room. It’s clear the admin don’t understand why I’ve gotten my position or what I’m supposed to be doing there.
Honestly, I’m not sure either. Sazuki worked so hard to get me inside his foundation, but he hasn’t made it clear what my role is.
Teacher? Guinea pig? Consultant?
Now that I know the mission is to help deaf children learn music, I’m excited to get started. It sucks that I’m being benched.
I check my watch, bored out of my mind.
What if this is Sazuki’s revenge? Chaining me to a desk, wasting my time while I wait on the sidelines?
The bastard.
Steady footsteps prompt me to lift my head. The vampire lady who’d been on campus with Sazuki yesterday saunters toward me. She’s staring right into my soul. Without her sunglasses hiding her eyes, I can see the disapproval all over her. The closer she gets, the more her lips vanish into a thin line until there’s nothing but a red slit above her chin.
I shoot to my feet. “If you’re looking for Mr. Sazuki, he’s not back yet.”
“I’m well aware of Sazuki’s whereabouts,” she snaps.
Harsh. Okay, so… we’re not going to be best friends any time soon.
“Can I help you with something?” I ask tensely.
She gives me a cold look and then nods with barely hidden frustration. “What would you like to eat for lunch?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Lunch.” She emphasizes the word in her strong accent. “What would you like to eat?”
“Uh…” I blink rapidly.
Her voice climbs as ifI’mthe one who’s wasting her time by being puzzled. “I am in charge of Mr. Sazuki’s lunch and he expressed that I should get you both something today.”
“He did?” My voice climbs. Somehow, that’s more unbelievable than the fact that this entire foundation offers deaf students lessons for free.
The woman taps her foot.
I clear my throat. “I’ll get my own lunch. Thank you.”
She waves a hand. “Very well.”
