Page 25 of London Has Fallen
“You would kill her?”
“If it means my brothers living, I would kill anyone.”
“Then why do you sound so unsure?” If there is anyone aside from Cronos that can see and hear through my bullshit, it’s Blake.
“I gotta go, I’ll check in later,” I say, dismissing the question and ending the call. As if the world hates me more than usual my phone begins to ring. Checking the caller ID, I see it’s Annalie, she teachers politics here.
I hit answer and bring it to my ear. “Annalie, what can I do for you?”
“Mr. Argyros, I know this is your first week and you may not know a lot about the students here–”
“Anna, I am very busy. Can you please get to the point?”
“There is a student in my class who continues to cause a… ruckus and today was no different. She brought a set of hair clippers into the classroom and shaved the back of Thomas Lincoln's head. When the boy began shouting she then broke his nose and snapped a picture of the damage she caused, then sent the picture to his father.”
I lull my head back and stare up at the ceiling. Thomas Lincoln is the son of one of the politicians in the UK. His father is a very powerful man and this could cause a shitload of problems for me and the fucking school.
“Which student was it?”
“London Murdoch.”
“Fuck!” I clip out before ending the call and dialing my assistant, Tiffany.
“Mr. Argyros, how can I help you?” she says.
“Get me the contact details for Donald Lincoln.”
“Ah, sir, I left you notes on your calendar. He has tried to call you several times today.”
“Jesus, next time something like this happens fucking find me!” I growl before ending the call with her and checking my calendar to find the contact information for Donald Lincoln. I call the bastard. Unlike most politicians, Donald isn’t able to be bought. As far as he knows, this school is just for children born from high-ranking families.
Donald answers on the third ring. “Who the hell is this?” His tone is filled with anger.
“This is Artemis Argyros, headmaster of Blackwood Academy,” I answer.
“I have been trying to reach you all damn day!” I grind my teeth reminding myself to remain calm, I can’t exactly threaten the fucker or I risk exposing the other students at this school.
“I’ve been out of my office–”
“I don’t give a shit. I want that little bitch who harmed my son expelled!” Anger rises to the surface inside me as I scroll through Thomas’s file. Every student here has a file listing everything they have done and do here. In case a situation like this arises we have material to blackmail their parents into shutting their mouths. Little Thomas is a fucking pig.
“She will not be expelled.”
“Do you have any idea who the fuck I am?” My restraint snaps.
“Do you have any idea who the fuck I am and who the girl was that did this to your son?”
“You listen to me, you little punk?—”
“You listen to me, Donald. You will let this go or I will expose your sons fetish for drugging girls and raping them.” I’m met with silence so I push on. “Yes, Donald, I am very much aware to the reasons why you shipped your snot nosed brat to my school. It’s the least he deserved after what he did. You drop this now or I kick your son out of my school.” I end the call fuming, it’s day one of this fucking job and I can already see London is going to be a fucking pain in my ass! I shoot Tiffany a text telling her to get London and send her ass to my office. I don’t give a fuck if it’s after hours or not, this girl will learn I don’t fuck around.
I’ve waited seventy five goddamn minutes, over a fucking hour, for her to grace me with her presence and now I've gone from slightly irritated to fucking murderous. I stalk out of my office and head straight for London’s room. Students stare but say nothing as I pass by them. I know they are shocked that someone my age is their new headmaster but I won’t be here for long. As soon as these trials are complete, I’m gone. When I reach London’s room, I pound my fist against the wooden door doing nothing to taper the anger inside me.
“Fuck off!” Her shout just fuels the fucking fire burning inside me.
“Open the fucking door now, London!” I shout back, not giving a fuck that the students in the hall can hear. A second later she opens the door a tiny bit and I barge the rest of the way in ready to fucking lay into her but pause at the sight of Cronos sitting in her office chair. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap at him.
“Minding my own damn business. Maybe you should try it sometime, now get the fuck out.” Ignoring London, I step toward my brother but halt when the bitch cuts in front of me and shoves me against my chest, a hiss of pain escaping me but I ignore the sting as I scowl at her.