Chapter 13: strange Jane
"Miss Jane, you were given full responsibility for that boy."
The Dean’s voice was sharp, laced with frustration and suspicion. His fingers tapped impatiently against the aged mahogany desk.
"Hell, you were the one who insisted on bringing him here, vouching for his potential, demanding that he be taken under our wing. You’ve stood by his side for so long that I was beginning to think you were related. And now you sit here and expect me to believe that you have no idea where he is?"
Jane sat on the couch by the old wooden bookshelf, her posture relaxed but unreadable.
She tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear and crossed one leg over the other.
Her black leather jeans hugged her form, and the slightly open coat revealed the fitted black singlet beneath.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she brought the cigarette to her lips, inhaled deeply, then let out a long, steady stream of smoke.
The Dean’s eye twitched.
"And what’s with this ridiculous attitude today?"
He had known about her smoking habits but never once had she dared to do it in front of him.
Jena exhaled another breath of smoke, tilting her head slightly as she regarded him with an impassive stare.