#Chapter 242: Disappointed

Ella “Sit down. Both of you.” Sarah and I exchanged wary glances. Her face was just as pale as mine probably was, and I felt a wrench in my stomach. “But Mr. Henderson, Sarah never—” “Just sit down,” Mr. Henderson insisted, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “Now!” Without a moment more of hesitation, Sarah and I both plopped down into the two chairs opposite Mr. Henderson’s desk in unison. These chairs had always been hard and uncomfortable, and a little lumpy from years of use. Now, they felt even harder and lumpier, and I found it impossible to relax. I occupied myself with fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, but it was no use. Mr. Henderson’s gaze was still piercing, and I was utterly terrified. “Well then. I’ve had some time now to think about the debacle with the mafia,” Mr. Henderson began, his voice firm and resolute. He paused, glancing back and forth between me and Sarah, although his eyes lingered a bit longer on me. “But first, I’d like you to explain