Bound By The Crown

Chapter Fifteen

Lisanna Moore's P. O. V

"Let me get this straight. You're telling me that essentially, you can't actually tell me anything at all?" The harsh scrutinising glare that I'm at the other end of has me squirming internally while I shift uneasily in the chair, ignoring the squeaking of the leather underneath me.

"Um, more or less, yes." I try not to show the grimace on my face, practically sweating bullets at this point, but I put on a faux display of confidence which results in me steeling my gaze and meeting Mrs. Cunningham's stare head on. Her brown eyes are sharp but also hold confusion as she tilts her head to the side, messy bun moving with the moment and capturing my attention for a split second.

"Rose was not informed either. Is that correct?" Catherine asks, thankfully I can give an answer that isn't going to simply piss her off even more.

"No, actually. I made sure to inform Rose, just in case. Mr. Sinclair also told me he'd be getting someone to call you and let you know." I hint, hoping she magically remembers that she got a call an hour or so ago.

"I'm not sure if it slipped Mr. Sinclair's mind, but I have gotten no call whatsoever. Neither from him nor from any of the staff members who work under him." I can feel my eyes going wide and my mouth dropping open in shock, disbelief coursing through me since I was relying on Thaddeus' call. I never expected Catherine to outright believe what I had to say, and even if she did, it would've looked a lot better if it wasn't all just coming from me.

"I'm assuming you were relying on his call." Catherine states wisely while I clamp my mouth back closed and nod dumbly.

"Yes. I was assured by Mr. Sinclair that you'll be getting a call." My smile wanes slightly before I clear my throat as the woman makes a face that isn't one of approval.

"So basically, you can't tell me what happened and I can't confirm anything from the staff either." She muses, "Well I guess I can't say much but just stay out of anything that'll mess everything up for you. As long as I haven't gotten a complaint yet, you're safe." I nearly bow down in relief and thanks while exiting the office after she lets me go.

The first thing I do is tighten the grasp on my phone, lighting up the screen and tapping away as fast as my fingers allow me to. Clicking through my contacts, my finger types out a quick message while my legs walk me over to my office without bothering to greet everyone since I've already done that once while going over to Mrs. Cunningham's office.

I hover over the send button, my eyes scanning from the contact over to the typed out message, but then decide to stop being a wimp and eventually press send.

Taking a seat behind my desk, I tap the mouse pad of my laptop to wake it up and get back to fill out the previous form they gave all of us to fill in. Half way through completing the survey giving to us, my phone chimes and startles me, which results in my backside jumping a foot in the air and off my chair. Chewing viciously on my lower lip, my eyes flit from my laptop screen with unchecked boxes and over to my phone screen where a notification pops up from the very same number I had sent a message to a few minutes ago. Licking my gnawed up lower lip, I grab onto my phone and tap onto the message and watch as it takes up most of the screen upon expanding. My own message catches my attention and I sink into my seat, barely gathering the nerve to check out the reply which they have sent me.

'I was expecting for you to send Mrs. Cunningham a message about what happened yesterday and why I hadn't come to work yesterday.' I would like to say my message was short and sweet, but it really isn't. Mustering what little courage I just about manage to store up, I glance down an inch lower and catch sight of Mr. Sinclair's message back to me.