Bryce said, "They're all in the conference room on the west side. I'll take you there in a minute. I figured you wouldn't want them to know who you really are, so I kept it quiet."
That was exactly what Viola wanted. "That's perfect. No need to tell them."
"Just a heads-up though, since they're all from Gen Z, these kids can be a bit hard to manage. If they act up, try to be patient with them, okay?"
Something about Bryce's words made Viola feel uneasy, like this wasn't going to be as simple as it sounded.
"Bryce, you better not be setting me up," Viola said, staring him down, watching his face for any sign of guilt.
Bryce's eyes darted away, and he shifted nervously. "Me? No way! Do I look like that kind of person?"
Viola let out a dry laugh. "Aren't you? How many times have I had t
