13. Compensation

13. Compensation

<< . Riley . >>

A door knock brings me out of my slumber and I realize I dozed off. I close the yearbook in my lap, then drag myself out of bed while rubbing my eyes.

“Coming… Give me a minute…”

This room is a mess. Ira will be pissed when she realizes I didn’t do shit the whole day. I throw the year book inside the luggage bag, then zip and push it underneath the bed. I could still make it to the last two lectures. I must.

I open the door, expecting Ira or some girl, instead I see a man in a crisp gray suit standing in front of me.

I blink in confusion. “Yes?”

“Miss Riley. I am James Patterson.” He forwards his hand and my mind screams not to shake it. His expensive tailored suit, trimmed gray hair and neatly shaved face gives me a sense of foreboding. It’s all too familiar. Just like Mikolaj fuckin Josef, this man is scary. Not in looks, but in personality.

Also, I can tell he is an attorney. My dad is one, so I know when I see one.

“How can I help you?”