But then again, he might have concluded that it was his responsibility to protect his son. How could I blame him for it? I was sure that Liam would get very upset about it if he found out his father was spying on me. That might have been the only reason Mr. Dolan hadn't done anything of the sort, as far as I knew. He wouldn't want to ruin his renewed wonderful relationship with his son.
Until now, my personality, my work ethic, and my relationship with Mrs. Winston and Mrs. McGruder had surely pushed back any unpleasant suspicions, but how long could I carry on? Maybe no longer. Perhaps that was why he called me into his office, I thought as I took the seat in front of Mr. Dolan's desk. I was prepared to learn that this was the beginning of the end.
He sat forward, his hands folded. I thought he looked even more nervous than I felt. What was happening?
"I just got off the phone with your father," he said.
