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Fiona was standing there, her eyes red-rimmed and her face fiery. Inside was also Mrs. Blair, and someone he had never seen before.
    “My name is Kate Lyle,” she said, sticking her hand out sternly. “I'm in charge of making sure that Spencer Dalton is meeting the individual needs of all its pupils. I'm afraid there was a disruption. I have been receiving calls since approximately 2PM from angry parents, furious at you and Ms. Blake. I've promised them a solution to this issue.”
    “Ms. Blake,” Dr. James said. “It seems the parents are having a difficult time with the way you disciplined Henrik. They found it unfair to be forced to cease activities because of one person's inability to cooperate. Ms. Lyle and I have both been receiving messages, one of which contained a video of the incident.”
    Dr. James played the video for Ms. Lyle and Mrs. Blair, and Fiona's icy blue eyes squeezed closed with shame and embarrassment. Henrik gazed at her from across the room, suddenly feeling very sheepish and guilty for not cooperating with her. She wasn't a teacher at Spencer Dalton. She'd only been there to try to keep them on track and allow them to continue having fun.
    “Ms. Blake, I am aware of your emotional distress at this time,” Mrs. Blair said sternly, “but this is unacceptable. Did my training teach you nothing?”
    Fiona's voice wavered.
    “I'm sorry,” she said.
    Henrik, too, felt sorry and shifted uncomfortably.
    “Mrs. Blair, that was my fault. I was messing with her,” Henrik said. He felt terrible for putting Fiona in this situation, where she might even lose her job.
    “I understand that, Henrik,” she said, fixing her harsh gaze upon him. “Which is why I think the best course of action would be to re-assign Fiona to -”
    “You're not going to fire her?” he said, panicked. “Please. Just punish me.”
    Fiona kept her eyes fixed on the ground.
    “Henrik, I should have handled that better. Please let Mrs. Blair finish.”
    “Thank you, dear. I think the best course of action is to re-assign Ms. Blake somewhere quieter, with not so many of you little heathens. It can be an intimidating and difficult task, and the reputation of Spencer Dalton depends on our utmost finesse.”
    “All right,” Fiona said, still unable to meet her eyes.
    “I think you and Henrik ought to get to know each other a little bit. See what you can learn from one another. Henrik, I'm assigning you to detention hall B, with Ms. Blake as your instructor. It would be great for you to learn to work together. It's something you both need to improve. You're both excused for the day. Be there bright and early Monday morning.”
    Fiona and Henrik exchanged worried looks, but both of them were too nervous to speak. This was going to be interesting.
     

Chapter 8
    Fiona was nervous all weekend, and when she finally went to detention hall B, she found Henrik there waiting for her. He was picking at a loose thread in his pristine black blazer, dressed immaculately in the highest fashion in Denmark. He raised his eyes in greeting and leaned back in his chair. She was certainly an attractive woman, more so than he had expected to find in America. He didn't know why he'd had such a silly bias about the place, but if he was honest with himself, he expected most people to be overweight and hideous in America.
    He knew in ways that not everybody would look like that, but many countries liked to pick on the Americans for their standard diet full of fat and grease. The people of Denmark seemed healthier, at least in his own mind, and he had felt very proud of them, although he kept that a secret. He didn't want anything to do with the royalty, and certainly didn't want his father to hear him referring to them as his people. Fortunately, he had a younger brother who would gladly inherit the throne if Henrik decided to go AWOL. His father sensed that was what his oldest son wanted, but he'd had his heart set on Henrik taking over since he