[i] Placing here for DPL, since she didn't have internet-access to post. [/i]
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There was a moment of silence and hesitation in the office after Audrey spoke. The moment Principal Anderson’s large leather desk chair turned around, the young woman was immediately stunned. Sitting on the chair was not the middle-aged man she’d seen from time to time, but an elegant-looking woman in her mid to late thirties. Her features were beautiful and exotic: sharp, strong jaw, astounding hazel-colored eyes, sharp nose, and a pair of luscious lips that women these days went to such great lengths to have. 

The woman behind the desk spoke to instruct Audrey to take a seat, her voice velvet and confident with no sign of a threat. Then there was silence. A nagging feeling now in the back of Audrey’s mind told her she’d seen this woman before. There was something familiar about her features, something the brunette couldn't quite place. It was in the smile. 

As the woman carefully examined every inch of her with those searching hazel eyes, Audrey couldn't help but feel... Exposed, in a way unfamiliar to her. Her clothes weren't at all revealing -a pair of light wash skinny jeans with a tight red tank top, wedges and a beige cardigan- but she felt as if she was sitting butt-naked in front of the older woman. It was a feeling similar to the one she’d felt back at Alexandros’ house before, when the covers of his bed had been removed to expose her face to Ava.

[color=deeppink][i]What the hell does she want from me?![/i][/color]

As if reading her mind, the woman smiled and spoke again. She began by explaining that she was there due to Mr. Anderson owing her a favor. Okay, that was good enough, but it still didn't explain what the hell she was doing there and why she had summoned Audrey. 

The dark-haired woman continued to speak, but it was not until the words ‘my son’ were said aloud that it dawned to Audrey exactly who she was speaking to. Although her face remained impassive, she felt a pang in her stomach: she was sitting across from the mother of Alexandros Mossos. 

In a strange occurrence for what was going on at the moment, Audrey felt relief. She was glad it had been Ava and not this woman who had caught her in such a compromising position a few days ago. It certainly would have provoked a different type of first impresssion for today. 

The Latina waited a few seconds to mull over the woman’s unspoken question before replying. 

[color=deeppink]“First of all, I’d like to start out by saying it's a pleasure to meet you.”[/color]Audrey began, offering the woman a small, closed-lipped smile.[color=deeppink]“Secondly, I would like to apologize for the way I stormed out of your home last week,especially since it was so rude of me to not even acknowledge your husband and yourself as you were walking in. See, your son and I had gotten ourselves into a little… argument, for lack of a better word, and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to be out of the premises as quickly as I could. I understand this might have been seen as rather distateful first impression, so my apologies.”[/color]

The young woman’s French-mannicured nails began to play with her cardigan, trying to play off her slight nervousness. The nerves did nothing to diminish her confidence or eloquence, though.

[color=deeppink]“As for why your son ‘won’t let go’ as you say, I honestly have no idea. I hardly think that's the case now, anyway. It’s been a few days since the incident, so I figured he would have found a replacement by now. He's very good at that.”[/color]

Audrey silently cursed herself. No matter how hard she’d tried, there was no way to keep the bitterness out of her voice. That last sentence, though it could easily be taken by Mrs. Mossos as somewhat of an insult to her son, she could also take it as a clear indication of hurt. She hated to expose herself like that.