I was just about to knock when I heard what they were saying. "Each screw up is going to cost you, Chris. This is my money you are losing and I can't ...olerate it anymore."I couldn't see Chris's face completely as he sat across the desk from Mr. Barnam but I could vaguely make out his reflection in the window. He had a concerned look on his face and started to fidget in his seat."Im sorry sir. Next quarter's numbers will look 10 times better. Just please no more making me pay for it"No making. We also picked up this kid named Benimaru, he’s kinda strange but he’s a great fighter.’ Joe lifted his head slightly and let a bit of a smile cross his face. ‘I wish I could stay longer buddy but it just isn’t safe around here.’ A muted sound snapped Joe’s attention away from his dead friend and behind him snapping his head around to face the newcomer. Benimaru was leaning back against one of the trees a slight smile on his lips. ‘Sorry to cut you short pal but some of Rock’s men are coming. "If this was the case, why didn't you talk to me back then? I'm sure I spoke to a few parents in the parking lot when I taught elementary school. And as far as 'following them' out of the parking lot, that doesn't mean much as you could only go one way on that street without driving over a cement median. I often followed a parent out for a brief distance when I'd leave school. I have also followed my principal, his secretary, and several other teachers." Ma'am," continue Agent Wyman, "we had. "I've got coke, lemonade, orange juice or apple juice." Lemonade would be good," I answered.Laura went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a pitcher of lemonade, from which she poured us each a glass, passing one to me as I followed her into the kitchen.While drinking the lemonade, we continued the conversation we'd been having out at the pool, about stuff like my school, my few friends, my teachers, what I liked at school, what I didn't like, and soon. She also told me a little.