An Intruder in your office

Rather than head straight to lunch you return to your classroom. In the confusion of helping Ellie, you hadn’t locked up. The classroom door is open and so is the one to the office. There’s someone in there.

Intrigued you edge silently to the door. Yes, there’s someone there. Someone short and female. They’ve got their back to you, but they’ve put your rucksack on your desk and appear to be going through it. They’re not wearing the school uniform, so they’re not a student. No, they’re wearing a tight white blouse, a tight black skirt, black stockings, but comfortable shoes. They’re light brown hair is in a ponytail. You can already guess who it is, but they shift, and your suspicion is confirmed. You’d recognise those large breasts and that oblong face anywhere.

Layla. What’s she doing in your office? What’s she doing looking into your rucksack?

“What are you doing?”

Layla freezes. The sheaf of paper she’s holding drops back into your rucksack. She slowly turns to look at you, her face flushing as she does so.

“Ah, Mr Smith there you are. I was looking for you.”

“In my rucksack? I’m not in there.”

She looks back at the open bag, at the papers she’d been going through.

“Yes, umm… Your contract. We appear to have mislaid it, a signed copy. And I was wondering whether you had a copy in your bag. If you had I would have photocopied.”

“You were going through my stuff, looking for a copy of our contract? That doesn’t sound very convincing.”

“It’s the truth.”

“Well, I don’t carry a copy of our contract with me. Why would I? I keep it safe at home.”

“Yes, well, it was just a thought. I’d come to the same conclusion. If you could bring a copy in, then I could photocopy it for our records.”

You’ve moved into the room, and Layla has edged away from your desk, her brown eyes fixed on you as if you were a dangerous animal. She’s the dangerous animal here. Every word coming out of her mouth reeks of lies.

“You should have done it before.”

“We normally do, but Mrs Oversight wanted to see it, and she’s a bit, you know, forgetful, she’s mislaid it somewhere. You know how it is. And the board wants to see it. So I thought a copy would be ideal.”

She’s trying to sneak round you. Whilst you moved to your desk to check your papers, she’s been edging round the office, heading towards the door. The office isn’t big enough for her to do that. You reach out and grasp her wrist.

“Let go of me, Mr Smith. Get off.”

She tries to wriggle out of your grip, but you hold on tight. Her eyes widen as her attempts to throw you off fail.

“I’m certain going through my personal things is against your contract. I could sue the school.”

“Let go of me.”

She reaches out and snatches the first thing she can find on your shelf. It turns out to be the statuette. She smashes it down on your hand. The pain makes you let go. As soon as you do she head direct to the exit. Only to find Abigail standing in the doorway.

“What’s going on here?”

Layla freezes. Then she flings an accusatory hand towards you and blurts out, “He’s trying to **** me.”