Chapter 127: Mrs. Davis
*I want her fired! – Mrs. Davis*
“You have no right to take my daughter without my permission.” Mrs. Davis said angrily entering Evie’s classroom.
This was not a surprise, Evie had expected this invasion all day. Looking up she saw the angry woman in full momma bear mode. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun and fire flashed in her brown eyes.
The blue dress and coordinating gray jacket was conservative. As usual. She wore no jewelry other than her wedding band. The woman might know style and fashion, but she did not know how to pull it off.
Evie often thought that if she softened her look, she would be much more approachable. As it was, most of the students referred to her as drill sergeant Davis.
Caroline had a much more descriptive name for her.
Evie sighed knowing that pointing out that the teen left on her own accord would not help the situation. Neither would the fact that she was with other students.
Instead, Evie pulled on her experience as a Tomlinson Enterprises board member. She steeled herself and took on a calm demeanor.
She had dealt with angry doms, upset subs and demeaning businessmen. Evie was her mother’s daughter, through and through.
Submissive in her personal life.
And a cold blooded bitch in business.
“Mrs. Davis, why don’t we close the door so we talk in private.”
“Just stay away from my daughter.” She turned to leave the room.
“Did you know that she cuts herself?” Evie asked quietly.
The other woman froze on her way out of the door. Quietly she closed the door and walked back to Evie’s desk.
“She said that she stopped.” The worried mother whispered.
Evie handed over a box of tissues. “People who are hurting, are good at lying and telling others what they want to hear.”
“Personal experience?”
“Very personal. I nearly killed myself after losing my husbands. I know the desperation that some of these kids are feeling because I’ve been there.”
Evie smiled and motioned for the other woman to sit down.
“Doreen, I’m not a bad person. And I’m certainly not your enemy.”
The other woman seemed to consider this for a moment. It took several tense and silent moments before she sat down in the chair at the end of the desk.
“I can see that. I don’t approve of your lifestyle.”
“You don’t have to.” Evie replied gently. “But, as I tell my students, I ask that you respect the fact that we have choices. Right now, my main concern is your daughter. She’s hurting.”
“I don’t know what to do…” Doreen said quietly.
“What would you do, if she was a student that you were concerned about? Not your own child, just a student?”
For the first time, the women sat and talked as coworkers, and not as adversaries. Doreen promised to be nicer, and to actually listen to her kids. Both biological and students. Evie refused to hide one of her men to make other people comfortable.
They certainly did not become friends. But they also no longer enemies.
