Brandon The room felt like it had suddenly become ten degrees colder.Maybe it was the tension.Maybe it was the fact that Cameron was standing face-to-face with his father while a small metal bin full of burning documents crackled on the floor between them like some kind of dramatic movie prop that was unfortunately very real.Either way, I could feel my heart pounding hard enough that I was honestly worried everyone else in the room could hear it.Drake, on the other hand, looked completely relaxed.Like he was watching a show.He leaned back against the desk, arms crossed casually, a small amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.“Well,” he said slowly, glancing between Cameron and Dean Whitmore, “this is officially the most entertaining evening I’ve had all semester.”Cameron ignored him.His focus was completely on his father.“You are destroying evidence,” Cameron repeated calmly, his voice steady in that quiet, controlled way that somehow made the whole situation feel
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