12. Behind closed doors.
"Please take a seat Samantha" Mr Black politely asked. I slowly walked towards his desk, holding my breath trying not to make eye contact as I walked. Though I could feel their eyes on me while I took a seat opposite them. I tried to lighten the mood in this office with a smile but that never seemed to work.
You could slice this room with a butter knife. That's how awkward it was in here for me. It was so quiet that in that moment I could hear my heart beat racing. While hearing Mr Blacks fingers tapping roughly on his desk. My eyes begun roaming the room but all I see was family portraits hanging on a black painted wall. Books stacked everywhere and letters piled in a corner in a box named Daniel.
Then Mr Black sighed loudly, snapping me out of eye wondering. "
