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He points to the chair in front of his desk. “Please, take a seat.”
Nervous about his “discussion” tone of voice, I sink into the chair
with a sense of despair. I’m about to be lectured, I just know it.
“Don’t worry,” he says, again reading my mind—or emotions, or
whatever. “I know this is a difficult transition for you. There are
many changes occurring simultaneously. Whatever your opinion of
me and my relationship with your mother, I would like you to trust
me. No matter what problem you are having you can discuss it with me
and I will advise you as best I can. In the strictest confidence.”
I nod, knowing this is a really kind offer. There is still some part
of me that won’t just open up and accept his help. Not out loud
anyway. But it’s good to know it’s there. If I need it.
“You should know,” he adds, pulling his pile of papers back over
and starting to look through them again. “Ms. Tyrovolas frequently
gives a detailed quiz over reading assignments.”
“Oh.” Cool. Insider information. I’m beginning to see how having
Damian as an ally could be really useful. “I’ll just check my
e-mail real quick, then.”
He nods and keeps reading his papers.
Anxious to see if Cesca and Nola e-mailed me and get back to
finishing the Animal Farm pages, I jump into the chair in front of
the computer and log on to my account.
I have two messages.
To: lostphoebe@theacademy.gr
From: coachlenny@theacademy.gr
Subject: Training Meeting
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