#Chapter 284 The Ivory Columns

Heather waited on me when I returned to the little restaurant the next morning. While I was ordering coffee and a pastry, she recognized me.

“Daisy Wilson, how are you,” she said.

“I’m good, Heather. How are you?”

She shrugged. “Okay, I guess. I’m looking forward to starting classes next week at Denhurst College. I love to learn.”

“What’s your major?” I inquired.

“Pre-law,” the pretty Beta replied.

“You’ll make a great lawyer,” I told her. “I was going to study law too, but a friend talked me into journalism.”

I looked around at the mostly empty restaurant. I deliberately arrived during the slower time between breakfast and lunch.

“I’m practicing my investigative skills with a story I think needs to be brought to everyone’s attention,” I said. “I’d like to speak to you briefly about it.”

Heather checked her watch. “I can take my break in five minutes. I’ll check on my tables, grab a cup of tea, and be right back.”

Heather warmed up my coffee and returned with more pastries.

“What did