Ryan hadn’t been in Richard’s new office. Richard had turned over both his office and his Cruise Director position to Jason over a year ago and moved his operations to the spare bedroom in his suite. Large enough to hold a king-sized bed, it was more than big enough for the carved mahogany desk that occupied one end, and the small seating area facing the glass balcony door. Fallon and Candace sank onto the sofa, huddled together like two wide-eyed schoolgirls who knew they’d done wrong. Ryan closed the door and leaned against it. He’d started this in motion, but now that the ship had sailed, he wasn’t sure who the skipper was. He wasn’t even sure all the passengers wanted to be aboard. “If anyone wants out of this, now would be a good time to speak up.” His voice broke the barrier of silence, but still, no one spoke. “Since no one has any reservations, I think we should proceed.” He turned to Richard who’d taken up residence behind his desk. “Professor Wolfe, these students have misbehaved.
