RILEY
I'm standing in the Prez's office right now, wishing I was literally anywhere else in the world. The room is rich, decorated with expensive leather furniture, dark wood paneling on the walls, paintings that probably cost more than most people make in a year.
Spice stands behind me, his massive frame blocking the doorway. The fight from earlier caused way too much attention apparently. Enough that Prez had to see it himself, had to pull me up from whatever hole they'd thrown me in after Sasha's little game.
Prez sits behind his massive desk, leaning back in a chair that probably costs more than a car. He's glaring at me with dark eyes that seem to see straight through my skin into my bones. I glare right back despite the fear making my legs shake. I refuse to look away first, refu
