I made my way onto the school bus and headed for home.The next day in the schoolyard before class Jan came up to me and started talking to me. She had...just moved from another town about two hours drive away. It was the third time she had moved in the last five years. She asked if I wanted to go her house the next day, Saturday, just to hang out and have me tell her all about our neighbourhood. Around nine the next morning I knocked on her door, which was opened by the man I had seen with Jan at. " But can we travel forty-eight leagues in eight hours?" Easily," said Monte Cristo."You are certainly a prodigy; you will soon not only surpass the railway, which would not be very difficult in France, but even the telegraph." But, viscount, since we cannot perform the journey in less than seven or eight hours, do not keep me waiting." Do not fear, I have little to prepare." Monte Cristo smiled as he nodded to Albert, then remained a moment absorbed in deep meditation. But passing his hand. The only consolation would be that she’d have Mark all to herself without fear of being caught. But she does love Caleb, and she cannot do that to the man. So she made one of her usual excuses and sent her husband to the hot tub. After Caleb settled in, she dried her hands and went outside.“I need some help with grocery shopping. I can’t carry all the bags by myself,” she had said.“I’ll come. You stay her and relax, Caleb,” he had said.Then, almost running, brother and sister get into the car. Stopping with my hand on the handle to my door I turned as if I had just remembered something and looked towards where Roger sat shuffling papers at his desk. He seemed to visibly cringe as he realised I was staring at him. God, this felt good, having power over him now after he had for so long subjugated me."Roger, my office in five minutes. I've got something I want you to do. OK?"It wasn't a question, and we both knew it.I sat down behind my desk, which used to be Mr. Thompson's until I had.