As I was walking down the hallway after my class, someone tapped me on the shoulder making me startle on my feet.
“Mr. Bryne,” I sighed heavily, as I recognized the man beside me.
“Sorry, Ms. Greene,” he apologized insincerely, for his focus was on his iPad. He then shortly glanced at me and held up two fingers saying, “We have an emergency meeting in two minutes. Follow me to the meeting room.” His eyes then averted back to his iPad.
“Wait, what? No one told me about a mee—” He cut me off by taking longer strides as he walked past me. I had to scurry to catch up to him. “Okay, then.”
As we entered the meeting room, all the other faculty members of Rich Boys Academy were already seated around a really long table. Mr. McCoy was already standing in front of the room with his
