The shout cracked across the office like a stapler gun. “Little Johnny, in my office. Now!”
Johnny jogged in, heart pounding, palms already sweaty against his slacks. “Yes, sir,” he said, spine straight as a ruler.
The shout cracked across the office like a stapler gun. “Little Johnny, in my office. Now!”
Johnny jogged in, heart pounding, palms already sweaty against his slacks. “Yes, sir,” he said, spine straight as a ruler.