#Chapter395
Those who can do; those who can’t teach
We made our way down to the Dean’s office and stood outside to listen to the conversation. I couldn’t believe how much Frazier sounded and looked like his dad when he imitated him. I remember mom telling me how he echoed someone else when he called her off school for an incident. It was a gift, and Frazier used it to his advantage.
We listened, making sure he didn’t go overboard and blow our cover. Everything was fine until he got a little enthusiastic in his lecturing. It caused the Dean to get suspicious. Fucking Frazier. I looked at Nik. /"Call Carrington. We got a problem./"
Nik stepped away, making a call, then returned a few minutes later. /"He’s on his way. Although he wanted to know why we needed him in the Dean’s office./"
/"You didn’t tell him?/" I asked.
