Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

Hunter had never spoken to the girl previously, and was uncertain of what her reaction may be. If it had been her Mother, he would have expected her to scream and yell, or attempt to physically assault him that woman was scary. However, the initial impression he received from Sofia was that, attractiveness aside, she was far different from her mother. Still, he remained apprehensive as his gaze moved from the camera, back to the young woman drugs still drifting from the brown paper wrapped package in his hand, to the floor. The Dean relaxed when he saw that she hadn't raised an arm to strike him, or begun to rant and rave. Sofia appeared surprised, and the gleam returned to Hunter's eyes. His arms folded across his chest as she began to spout her denials. Not that whatever she said was going to have any effect. Not one iota. Hunter's lips pursed as she spoke, then his head began to shake, as if to indicate he didn't believe a single word that slipped from her mouth. Just as he lifted a hand, palm forward, to motion that he'd heard enough, she ceased talking of her own accord. I'm afraid the camera's in the hallway are broken Ms White, however we have eyewitnesses. He made a mental note to ask Albert to arrange that retrospectively, and turned his back. You can deny all you like, but we have you cold. The package landed with a thump on the Dean's desk as he reached it, then fell in his chair. He sat behind his desk, as composed as composed could be, and found Sofia's eyes again. His tongue clicked in disappointment, and the look he gave her was that of a Father who'd just caught his child with her hand trapped in the cookie jar, and trying to deny it. As for your Mother, why would she do such a thing? Plant drugs on her own daughter. That's just insane, Sofia, I've never heard such a ridiculous attempt to apportion blame in my entire life. Your own mother? Couldn't you have at least come up with a lie which was somewhat believable. Hunter shook his head in disbelief, then flicked his eyes to the laptop monitor to ensure the conversation was being captured. It was, and if required, he could edit the film to ensure it contained nothing that could incriminate him, or cause the validity of the discovery, and subsequent events, to be questioned. The Dean had another card to play when he looked back up. In fact, it was your Mother who alerted us to your activities, and that was the reason for the visit you mentioned. Hunter paused to drag Sofia's academic record across the desk, but his eyes remained on the young woman. He was having fun, and purposefully remained silent for a few more seconds to increase the tension. She was worried about how angry you'd become lately. At first, she assumed it to be just a phase, caused by the pressure of college, however after she noticed the package you slipped into your bag this morning, she'd become convinced that you were involved with drugs. The Dean's eyes glittered with amusement, and pride at his improvisation, as well as with something much darker. He wondered how much he'd be able to charge men for Sofia's services the students weren't rich, but he'd heard rumours about Graham Taylor's peccadilloes which he'd yet been able to substantiate. If they were true, possibly Snow could also be used to get the pesky Professor of Literature out of his hair. The man blinked rapidly as he realised he'd become lost in his thoughts, and it took a few seconds before he regained momentum. Unfortunately, I advised that if were to discover illegal substances, I'd be required to have you expelled and arrested. Your poor Mother was in tears. The Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead, as if the memory of the encounter upset him, then took a deep breath and continued. However, in the end, she agreed to do whatever was necessary to ensure her much beloved daughter didn't become a drug addicted, junkie-whore. She's a caring woman, is Evelyn. The Dean shot Sofia a smirk, then lowered his gaze to her academic record. He flicked through it page by page, then when finished tossed it aside and stared at Sofia without speaking. His lips pursed, and he cupped his chin in his hand. The Dean remained in a contemplative pose for a few moments, before his lips parted. However, I must admit, I'm somewhat torn. Everyone makes mistakes, and I believe people should be afforded a second chance, particularly model students such as you have shown yourself to be. At least up to this little incident, but we all make bad choices now and again. Hunter's hand dropped from his chin, and he motioned to the camera. If you were willing to confess your involvement, I think we could come to an arrangement, which would allow you to maintain your place at the school, and of course, keep the authorities at bay. It's just occurred to me that I could have you go undercover, and help me take these scumbag, drug dealing assholes down. I can't do it myself for obvious reasons, and it may even help expedite your law enforcement career. The Dean cocked an eyebrow and leaned forward in his chair. What do you say, Sofia? Your other option is to spend the next twenty years serving as some, fat, hairy, bull-dykes bitch, and being fucked by every male warden who crosses your path. A gorgeous young woman, locked up in a cell with no-one to help her I couldn't even begin to imagine the attention she'd attract, or the perversions she'd be forced to endure. With his gaze fastened on Sofia, Hunter patted the camera, and smiled. The offer expires in one minute.