Cassandra didn't waste any more breath. This wasn't the time for lectures; she had bigger, messier problems to handle.
"Wait!" Jason tried to call out to her, but her steps didn't falter. "I... I want to help!"
As she ran, Cassandra glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
The kid had potential—strong, quick on his feet, and definitely someone worth molding.
Too bad she had more pressing matters to deal with, leaving no time to focus on him.
"Alright, head to the track field. Figure out how to keep the students occupied, then inform Vice Chairman, Robert, from the Education Committee. Tell him I'm not done yet—he'll know what to do."
Jason nodded calmly.
After watching him leave, Cassandra shouted, "Icicle!"
"Here." A deep voice sounded beside her. "Don't sweat it; I'm with you."
