33

Rory

The morning dawned bright and clear, and just as I stepped out from the room, an inmate hurried over.

"Mr Philip wants to speak to you." The he hurried off.

I nodded and made my way towards his office. He was seated comfortably on a chair, flipping through some documents, when I entered.

"Common courtesy requires you to knock." He grumbled.

I ignored his words, and took a seat. "You called for me."

I said simply. He stared at me for a while, before letting out a sigh.

"I've received reports about you, and your roommate." He began tapping a biro on the table.

A frown crept up my face at his words. "What reports?" I said, confusion written over my face.

"Did you venture into the prohibited area with your lady roommate?" He asked, his voice crisp and firm.

"Oh, I did. Is that the deal?" I questioned, acting indifferent.

"Maybe. You'd be sanctioned for it. Alongside your roommate." He said again.

"Leave her out of it." My eyes narrowed.

"This is a correctional center, no