Knife on His Lap

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e of the rooftop. My eyes widened in panic as I dashed through the halls filled with students to reach her. Reaching

sant way to go. In fact, you'd think it would be rather painful." What I didn't realize was that I had, in fact, startled her, causing her to lose her footing on the edge. The girl was just inches away from slipping to her ultimate death, all because of my s

too on your first meeting!' I scolded myself, yet her odd behavior humored me as a s

arrassment, her face turning as red as a tomato, was a unique experience. Despite her attempts to regain composure by coughing and reaching for the railing with her free hand, I wasn't inclined to let her off the hook so easily. My grip on her wrist re

onfused s

denly, she jumped, causing a shake that momentarily loosened my hold. Instinctively, I gave her the space she needed, but what surprised me was her bold choice, causing her skirt to flutter up in the wind. The curve of her hips and the brief exposure of the fabric covering her intimate area unexpectedly came into view. I had witnessed similar acts of

t was a nice view, I might add better than this," and pointed to the scenery behind me. I watched her spirits rise, leaning against the railing and observed her soft lips mutter the defiant response. "Well, take

approach her with care. Building trust, treating her like a friend, was crucial-not making her hate me for eternity. Though the thought of disciplinary action was tempting, I silently prayed, "Oh Lord, our father above, please give me strength. Amen." With that, I made my way toward the dean'

s of an outcast allowed to remain on the premises to finish her studies, as though she hadn't paid for the privilege. Prestigious schools, however, are not mere institutions; they are battlegrounds for politics and murky connections. As I confidently strode through the halls, drawing the attention of many, a

Mrs Henderson. I am Aliexie Ivonov

as she extended her hand towards mine. "Mr Thorton will see you now." I acknowledged her with a

ssor turned dean, knew the precarious balance he maintained with me. His position, acquired through dubious means, was at the mercy

u see her father put her under my care." with that I fish

s impatiently tapped on the cold leather couch as the older man fidgeted with his phone to inform the secretary of my demand for Nari. The wait felt like a lifelong torture for the dean. I won't disagree; I was relishing the unease

er have gone through. Yet, it seems a bit imposing, dont' you think, Mr Ivan

n, yet, I know how you and your staff have been treating her. You would thi

ntervene. However, now things were completely different. She was a minor, and a homeless one at that. Her well-be

ntacted me about her father's whereabouts and even her behaviour.

rd. If you are not, your entire life you'll try your luck or your cunning nature to get in. This man in front of me came from the first half. He didn't give a rat's shit about some unlucky bastard or his daughter. In fact, I can bet a million on it right now that he just bribed his way to the autho

t you know the girl hasnt approached you on her own, so....." he trailed off thinking and hoping to end this awkward conver

s subordinate wasn't naive; he could sense the subtle tension in the air. Yet, revealing my cards now would be

s scanning the space in fear. "Principal Thornton, I..." she stammered, her gaze meeting mine briefl

d, "Nariya Patel, she ran out of the office, and when we tried to track her, she had already left the campus ground..." Her meek words trailed into the air. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the heap of mass motioning to get up, and in a quick flow, I showed him my palm, indicating to stop. W

sed a secret folder. Clicking on apps, I selected the one titled "tracking" and generated a fake message to send to anyone who opened the spam message. Selecting Nari's cont

break into the sealed-off house, I thought, and made my way towards her job site. However, en route, I saw her moving in the opposite direction I had anticipa