⭐ EPISODE 9: THE THREAT REVEALED
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The Name on the Note
I didn't sleep. The moment I got home, I locked my door and unfolded the small, greasy piece of paper Kane had given me. Written in cramped, sharp handwriting—surprisingly neat for a delinquent—was a single name: Mr. Arthur Davies.
The name hit me with the force of a blow. Mr. Davies. He wasn't some anonymous clerk; he was the Principal of Rosewood High.
The man who had given me the Prefect keys. The man who lectured the student body on integrity. The man whose office I walked into every day. He was the one shielding the Blackwood family's lies and covering Kane's tracks. He was complicit in the entire political charade.
My world didn't just crack; it shattered. My biggest authority figure, the very symbol of the rules I lived by, was corrupt. And he knew me. He trusted me.
I quickly checked the Rosewood Archives. Mr. Davies wasn't just the Principal; he and William Blackwood (Kane's father) had been classmates—and best friends—since childhood. The loyalty ran decades deep, protecting the "legacy" at all costs.
The Unblinking Eye
The next morning at school felt like walking into a viper's nest. I was scheduled for my morning check-in with the Principal, a routine task that now felt like a walk toward the gallows. I pressed the note deep into my pocket, the crumpled paper a heavy weight against my hip.
I forced a perfect smile and knocked on the mahogany door.
“Come in, Audrey. Right on time, as always.” Principal Davies looked up, his expression warm and paternal. The sight of his kind, familiar face—now tainted by the knowledge of his corruption—made my stomach churn.
He asked about the bulletin board, the uniform compliance—the usual small talk. Then, his eyes narrowed, just slightly.
“I heard from Olivia that you were asking about late-night tutors. Is everything alright, dear? If you’re struggling, you should let me know. We want to support our top students.”
The blood drained from my face. Olivia hadn't just suspected me; she had reported me to the Principal. And Mr. Davies was using my lie to quietly check my background, likely confirming I wasn't getting mixed up in anything that could expose the Blackwood scandal.
“No, sir, everything is fine,” I managed, forcing the lie. “Just trying to stay ahead in calculus. I found a great private resource.”
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. “Good. We wouldn’t want anything distracting you from your path, Audrey. You’re too valuable to us. Too important to the reputation of Rosewood.”
His words, meant as praise, felt like a quiet, chilling threat.
The Near Miss
I escaped the office, my perfect composure barely intact. I needed air. I decided to walk to the quiet, unused North Wing staircase—the only place I knew no one ever went.
I descended to the third floor landing, leaning against the cold stone wall, trying to control my breathing.
Suddenly, I heard voices from the floor above me. Two male voices, muffled but distinct.
“...he’s been making the word count. But the contract needs to be handled quietly, Arthur. You know what happens if the press connects the paperwork to him.”
“I know, William. But the new Prefect... Audrey Hayes. She’s getting curious. She has keys. We need to watch her. Closely. If she finds anything—anything about Kane’s file—you deal with it.”
The voices faded. I froze, unable to move, unable to breathe. William Blackwood—Kane’s powerful father—was here. And he was standing right above me, planning with Principal Davies. They had just named me. I wasn't just a blackmailed tutor; I was an active security threat they were plotting to silence.
Cliffhanger
I waited five agonizing minutes until I heard the distant click of a door. I ran down the stairs, adrenaline coursing through me. I didn't stop until I reached the back exit of the school, shoving my way outside into the afternoon sun.
I fumbled for my phone, my hands shaking too badly to dial. I didn't care about the rules, or the lessons, or the deal. I just needed to hear his voice, to know he was real, to know he was safe.
Kane answered on the first ring, his voice rough. “What?”
“Your father is here,” I whispered, stumbling over the words. “He’s with Davies. They know I’m asking questions, Kane. They know I have keys. They’re watching me. They’re going to deal with me.”
The silence on the line was thick, metallic, and heavy with pure danger.
“Stay where you are, Audrey,” Kane commanded, his voice ice-cold and utterly lethal. “Don’t move. I’m coming to get you right now.”
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