“Jameson. A word, if you please.” Internally cringing, Jameson took a moment to compose himself and then turned around to face Director Johnson. Her expression gave nothing away. In fact, he thought, maybe she was purposefully keeping her face neutral. That couldn’t be good. He said goodbye to the group he’d been standing with and ignored Gabriela’s questioning look as he followed the director down the hall to her office. His mind raced, and he tried to think of what he had done to warrant a private meeting with her. Crap. Had Avery told her about his snooping? It had been two days since that fateful conversation, and he thought they’d both moved past it. But maybe he’d been mistaken. Technically he hadn’t done anything wrong—anyone could look at the public files—but it was still sort