Mr Jones looked up at the clock which hung on this office wall and then his wrist watch to confirm the time was correct as he sat behind his large wooden desk. He was due to have a discipline discussions with one off his female students shortly but in the mean time he was finalising his notes. Anyway he liked to keep his students waiting to see him as he found that it made them more nervous when he finally saw them.
Mr Jones loved the power that is role as "Head of Discipline" at St. Lawrence a very expensive private finishing school gave him and that he was only answerable to the dean himself. He was in his early 50s with a rather short and chubby build. His dark hair was brushed over to hide his bold spot and he wore thick rimmed glasses.
"Ask the young lady to come in here please Miss Davis" he said speaking quietly into the intercom which sat on his desk eagerly awaiting his nextvictim student.
Mr Jones loved the power that is role as "Head of Discipline" at St. Lawrence a very expensive private finishing school gave him and that he was only answerable to the dean himself. He was in his early 50s with a rather short and chubby build. His dark hair was brushed over to hide his bold spot and he wore thick rimmed glasses.
"Ask the young lady to come in here please Miss Davis" he said speaking quietly into the intercom which sat on his desk eagerly awaiting his next