CHAPTER 17: FORCED PARTNERS
(LORAIN’S POV)
The Dean’s administrative office smelled of polished mahogany and old paper. It was a cold, quiet sanctuary away from the suffocating whispers echoing through the stone hallways outside, but right now, I felt like I was standing in an interrogation room.
"It's a matter of administrative protocol, Miss Hart," Dean Vance said, leaning back in his heavy leather chair and adjusting his rimless glasses. "The Student Council President coordinates the student volunteers and logistics. The Hockey Captain coordinates the athletic teams and venue allocations. This structure has been in place for fifteen years."
"I understand the protocol, Dean Vance," I said, keeping my hands folded neatly in my lap to hide the fact that my fingers were stiff with tensi
