Wrong About Her

Christopher

I grinned. “I suppose I’ll just have to go fishing more often.”

“Excuse me?” he snapped.

“Fishing. You put a worm on a hook and toss it in the water with the hopes of catching a fish. You’ve heard of it, right?”

“Do not get smart with me young man.”

I leaned forward. “No offense, but I’m guessing you might be ten years older than I am. I appreciate the compliment, but I haven’t been called a young man in a very long time.”

“This isn’t a game. I will ruin you.”

“I don’t think you understand, your threats are empty.”

He leaned back. “You think because you are wealthy, rules don’t apply to you.”

“I never said that.”

“Look, I can see you care about furthering your education. It’s important to me everyone has access to higher learning. I’m willing to make you a deal.”

“A deal? You’ll let me finish the semester?”

He nodded. “In exchange for a donation to the school and the name of your partner in crime, I won’t put this on your permanent record.”

“A donation?” I questioned, skep