” The call finished.“Rodney, I can’t get in trouble. I helped you ‘cause we needed to stop you, but I can’t get in trouble with this. I’ll...lose my scholarship,” one of the large men begged. A couple of the others doubled the sentiments.“Um, no problem guys. We can drop you guys off back at your cars, and then we’ll go on to coach’s house. We won’t say anything about you. But seriously – thanks for helping – and I’ll take all the blame. It was my fault.”“No shit, Sherlock! If any of this shit. Her eyes were of a sparkling emerald, set in dark, thick lashes.They looked bigger because of her pale complexion and had adramatic effect inside the frame of her black, straight hair.She looked frail and vulnerable. The modest hem of her summer's dress danced on the breeze. It just for a second exposed more of her skinny legs.Her age was hard to guess. She was tall in a gangly manner with the awkward stance that betrayed her lack of self confidence. The curves of her body were hidden by the. Her father had agreed to promote Owen Fordyce to replace the retiring chief operations officer but then her father had hired Nigel and then three weeks later, when they were due to offer Owen the promotion, her father had started talking about preferring Nigel. She’d told him that as CEO it was her decision but her father had said oh yeah, she’d better re-read her contact that stated all senior appointments required the approval of the executive-chairman. She’d sworn at him and her father just. And if you choose not be my slave and walks away, I will make it sure you don’t get any place to stay or any work to earn your living, you will forced to eat from garbage and live on streets and I will hunt you down and run you over with my new Bentley gifted by your father making your death horribly painful by crushing ever part, organ and bone of your body to pulp before finally killing you and I will easily get away with it, now decision is yours.As my slave you have to wake up at 5 a.m. no.