Tiffany walked up to two giant brown wooded doors, gold handles to open them. She took in a deep breath and entered the office. The Dean and Jack Bass were seated at an enormous wooden polished table.
"Here she is" Jack said getting up from his chair as Tiffany walked over to him. Jack saw the condition the papers were in. He looked up at Tiffany, who went completely red. "What happened?" He asked
"Yeah, about that, I kinda ended up running into these two boys," Tiffany said handing the papers over to him. "Sorry" she said softly with a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"That's quiet all right," the Dean said smiling without a care in the world. "Take a seat dear," The Dean said invitingly. Tiffany smiled at Jack and did as she said.
Jack had a peeved look on his face as she stared at Tiffany. Tiffany raised her eyebrows, the smile still on her face. "You too, Mr. Bass" the Dean said. A moment passes before Jack reluctantly took a seat and focused his attention at the matter before hand.
"Right, let's see. Mrs. McNairenal, I don't know how pleased I could possibly tell you that you've decided to attend our school.
"Same here, when daddy told me that I could attend I was only too happy to thank him," Tiffany said in what most would know as a fake cherry voice, went totally unnoticed by the Dean.
"The full tuition has been made and a lovely donation, that I'm thankful you have given, has been put under your name." The Dean stated.
Tiffany smile spread a bit more, Jack however still seemed annoyed. "Dean, has the arrangements for her schedule been made, she needs to be able to-" Jack started but the Dean waved cutting him.
"Relax Mr. Bass, I spoke to her father last night and assured him that everything was going to be done how he wanted," The Dean said.
"Is that it then?" Jack asked.
"That seems about it, I just wanted to welcome the girl personally. Honestly Mr. Bass You might want to take some relaxation advice from you dear nephew Chuck. Now tell me Tiffany, are you planning to spend the rest of the school day here?" The Dean asked.
"Actually, I have some things I have to do, but rest assure that I'll be here all day tomorrow," Tiffany said.
The Dean nodded and got up which made Jack and Tiffany get to their feet. The Dean stretched a hand across the table for Tiffany to shake her hand, Tiffany politely did so.
"Again, very nice to meet you, and hope to see the good changes you can bring to the school" the Dean said.
"Same here" Tiffany said and took her hand back.
As Tiffany made her way out, it wasn't a moment when Jack came out and grabbed her arm roughly turning her into him. They were face to face, Jack looking extremely pissed.
"What the hell is this," he sneered holding the papers to his face.
"I told you what happened; I bumped into these two boys and spilled the precious double latte, crème 5 sugars and a squirt of caramel of yours all over." She replied then looked at the hand that was gripping her arm so tightly. "Now, let go of my arm, I already have one guy man handling me, I'll be damned if I let another," Tiffany gritting the last sentence through her teeth.
Jack chuckled to himself and let her go. "You're right, I'm sorry," He said than ran a hand down her cheek. "You're just so beautiful, and way too smart to let a mistake like this happen. I hate to think of what would have happened if your father was in that room and saw what you did to these records" Jack said.
Tiffany was speechless; she folded her arms and looked to her left and to her right anxiously. "You aren't going to tell him are you?" Tiffany asked
"I don't know Tiff, that's really up to you isn't it?" Jack asked eyeing her body. "Tell you what, you think of a way to convince me to forget what happened to these papers, you got yourself a deal," Jack said.
He brushed passed her and walked away. Tiffany watched him go with a hopeless look on her face, but soon saw that Nate was watching her.
She rolled her eyes and went to walk away but Nate followed her. "Tiffany, hold up!" Nate called over to her with a sharp whisper so Jack wouldn't look back. Tiffany however, kept walking, ignoring Nate's order.
But she found Nate running in front of her stopping her in her tracks. "Are you okay," He asked in a concerned tone.
"Why are you asking that?" She asked in a disgusted tone.
"Well, from what I saw-"
"You didn't see anything" Tiffany pushed cutting him off. Nate huffed and took a phone from his back pocket; a picture of Jack grabbing her arm had been taken.
"Now, I have 2 questions for you; are you okay, and what business do you have with Jack Bass" Nate asked.
Tiffany held her tongue as she stared at Nate. "I can't tell you much right now, but I can tell you this" Tiffany started. Nate listened with eager ears. "Jack Bass is barking up the wrong tree" She said.
