The room felt oppressive as Donovan's stern gaze bore into Boma. His voice, low and foreboding, sliced through the air like a blade, giving her no room to stall. "I said start talking. Where are you coming from?" he questioned, the weight of his authority laced in every syllable. Boma, feeling the gravity of the moment, stammered, "I... I just went out for..." she thought of what to say but there was no forthcoming explanation. "I went to...I went to...to..." Her voice broke off as he rose and began to unbuckle his belt., impatience etched in every move. "Maybe you think I'm playing here." He said as he pulled it off the loops and folded it in half white she took a step back from him, her chest hammering with fright. "I asked you a simple question. Where were you? Where the hell are you coming from?" "I..please, I went to.." He took a step forward and she took one back. He spoke as he continued approaching her while she kept backing away in fear, her eyes starting to mist up. "P

Harry did a good job explaining the literature course she struggled with as well as some general social science courses she was forced to take as a year one student. She thanked him after the class and he graciously acknowledged her thanksgiving. Afterward she exited the hotel ready to attend the next one. Once she was home, Donovan called her to ask about her day. After their talk he inquired about any difficult course so he could get her a private tutor. Since she already had that covered and for free she said she was fine. He said he missed her and ended the call. After class the next day, her three friends surrounded her and handed a list to her. They had been carrying out word of mouth survey of what students wanted and Boma was thrilled to receive it. She hugged the girls closely. She didn't have to be so affected by their gesture since it was because of Donovan but she was. She knew it was because their action was touching. "We did it for you, not him." Queen said. "Thank y

"I think it was about four days ago." She said "You think?" "I... believe it was four days ago." She corrected, knowing he wanted her to be sure. "Go on." "We happened to stumble into each other and..." "Where?" "The pharmacy..." "What were you doing at the pharmacy?" Boma paused for a moment, realizing she had to change her story. "I meant the eatery close to the pharmacy." "I'm starting to find problems in your story. Because the only time you went out that day on your own as I can remember was after you more or less sneaked out to buy food if I should put it that way. There was no mention of a pharmacy." "Yes. I meant to say eatery but... " "Boma." He interrupted. "Yes." She fervently hoped he would not pin her down with that slight slip off. "I'm a man of details. I pay attention to details. Sometimes when you give me explanations, I find these little slips and choose to ignore them. Today, that is not going to happen." "I'm not lying." "I can remember when I was qu

Donovan continued belting her behind, ignoring her pleas and cries."This is not just for your disrespect." He said, punctuating each word with a smack. " It is also for your lies.""D, please, I'm sorry. Please."He paused, granting her some temporary relief. She was sniffling profusely."Please sir, please.""You know what?I don't even trust you and Hilda. Don't think I'm stupid. If I really wanted you on the hot seat, I won't even let you speak. So don't think I didn't notice that little code you provided for your friend. I know exactly what you guys did.""No,""Shut up." He said, emphasizing his command with a smack."Aargh""Shhh."She tried to control her cries. "Are you going to deny that you and your friend were lying to me?"She shook her head. "No, please...argh!" She cried out as he delivered another smack. " Please, please please...""Tell me exactly where you met Harry. Because after now, I am going to find out. Your lies must stop."Boma was sweating despite the cooln

As Boma cautiously stood before Donovan, her eyes met his gaze. His expression was somewhat unreadable, causing a nervous flutter in her chest. Oh God, she thought, despair creeping in. Wasn't this what she had been afraid of? Was that him about to change his mind and descend on her? Was he angry? She could not tell. Her heartbeat was racing fast. Donovan stared at her, stupefied for a cause he could not quite define. He knew he looked unreadable right now. Searching himself in that critical moment, he tried to understand his feelings. Seeing her expression of uncertainty and fear, he knew it was because of his current stoic expression. He could tell she was afraid he would not keep to his word. However, little did she know that beneath the surface, his emotions were a mix of relief and deep concern. He knew what he was feeling now and it was so overwhelming, he was lost on how to express it. He was used to shaking his deep emotions off. He had learned from Ronald that it was weak