James' frown didn't deepen, but he was not amused by Mr. Cavanaugh's faux smile. There were dozens of businessmen James had met in the start of his apprenticeship with his father who had the same expression. They only wanted one thing and didn't want to say what that was. No one could fault them on their manners and that was how the majority of James' social circle functioned. Everyone was nice, everyone was friendly, but no one would miss you when you were gone.
James folded his arms as Mr. Cavanaugh brought out a box from behind the desk. He knew the box, even if he hadn't been the one who personally put it together, but James' expression didn't reflect that. When asked, he leaned forward, arching a brow as he looked into the box of straw at the beheaded doll.
"I do. It's the voodoo doll that Leon Drumm made of Benjamin. The entire school saw it hanging from his satchel not long after the biting incident. It seems it's a little worse for wear. Is Benjamin quite alright?" James glanced up at Mr. Cavanaugh, but there was still no emotion showing in his face. He didn't even care to fake any concern. He'd already expressed his less than stellar opinion of Ben.