The Painting Price

The presence of Benedict drew authority silencing the murmuring crowd, which adjusted their eyes from Cleopatra to the instructor, who furrowed her brow and said. “I believe we all know why we are here or do I have to give an orientation?” Benedict asked, her gaze specifying Natalia's direction.

Natalia, forging innocent, adjusted her eye to her boyfriend who refused to utter any words to back her up. When she noticed Jacob wasn't ready to say anything she turned to the inspector and said. “It wasn't my fault, it was all Mason, why would you call out?” She defended, daggering her eye to Mason who had a grin on his lips.

“It is true Instructor Benedict, Mason started the whole thing,” Flora chimed in backing up her best friend.

Benedict was irritated by the intervention and turned to Flora “How shameless of you?!” Benedict retorted. “How is it his fault when you keep off someone you don't know?”

Flora, hearing her words scoffed, then erupted into laughter. “Of course, we know Mason.
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