Page 145 of Naughty Lessons


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“You’re getting your dues, Emory Abbot.”

Elijah Taylor stood in front of the stage, his despicable face gleaming.

“How long did you think this could go on?”

Benjamin Moore spoke next.

“How long did you think you’d roam free after what you did to my sister?”

“What are you talking about?” My hands shook as I retorted.

“Seems like your research fell a little short of your usual standards, Abbot,” he spat out. “Emma Moore is my sister. Doesn't her name sound familiar to you?”

Emma Moore. That little troublemaker who tried to expose me.

I began laughing. This was ridiculous. “What is this, some kind of a way to get back at me for the preposterous rumors aboutyou?”

The murmuring of the crowd had become far too intense. It hurt my ears.

I’d have to call the commissioner. And my aunt.

“Look at the screen, Abbot.”

Noah Evans had joined the duo. Ah, the three musketeers, were they? But what washisagenda?

I turned to gaze at the screen.

It showed me, from two nights ago, talking with a student. A boy with scruffy hair and brown skin.

“I’ve been sent by Primrose.”

Code word for Auntie Finch.

“You’re the new dealer?” I was asking him.

He nodded. “I’m here for the Seasons Op.”

“Good. These drugs need to be mixed into the food and drinks going up to room 301. You will be assigned to caretaking duty. Make sure no one sees you spike the food. Be discreet.”

He nodded, took a packet from me, and turned to leave.

“What is your name?” I called out.

His reply was very low. But I think I heard him say he was Ali.

There was still hope. Auntie would get me out of this. The commissioner...

Aurora Sullivan had come up front. She was...

I laughed.

My nemesis.

And I began laughing harder. The sound echoed through the air, twisted and warped, the tone ridiculously high and shrill.

I fell to the floor.

Tears streamed down my face. My body was wracked with spasms of pain.

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