Hidden Embers (l***q)

Shadows In The Sunshine

Desmond's POV

After a 30-minute drive, my father dropped me off at Danville Prestigious Academy. The building is immense, resembling a medieval kingdom. The school is secluded, nestled within a thick forest. As I stood on the gravel path leading to the school, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over me. The imposing black gate of the school loomed ahead, and I began to question my decision to accept the job offer.

All of my previous interviews had been conducted online, and although I had seen pictures of the school, being there in person only amplified its intimidating aura. Just then, a sports car zoomed past me, stirring up dust on the gravel road. I silently cursed and continued walking, only to see more sleek and impressive cars following suit. I instantly regretted not accepting my father's offer to drive me directly to the school.

Finally, I reached the mighty gate and swiped my ID card on the automated recognition system. My work ID card had been delivered to me via express mail, and as the gate swung open, I entered with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Armed with the school map sent by the administration, I navigated my way to my office: the middle school counselor's office located in the left wing of the campus. Danville Academy housed both a middle school and a high school. The left wing was reserved for the middle school, while the right wing belonged to the high school. Inbetween the two wings was a sprawling stadium, complete with a large football field and various gaming facilities, as indicated on the school map. I made a mental note to explore it further once I settled in.

As I ventured into the building and took the elevator to the 5th floor, I saw students in impeccably pressed uniforms roaming about, exuding an air of sophistication and a distinct scent of expensive perfume. Some cast curious glances my way, likely familiar with the staff and intrigued by the sight of a new face, while others seemed indifferent to my presence.

Finally, I arrived at my office after passing several doors with different labels. It made me wonder if all of these offices belonged to the same middle school.

I swiped my card to unlock the door, and as it swung open, I found myself gasping in awe. The room was massive! I couldn't help but wonder what to do with all this space. The walls were painted a soothing peach color with delicate white floral designs. The pristine white floor paired beautifully with the abundance of natural light streaming in through the generous window, rendering the need for artificial lighting unnecessary. To label the room as simply gorgeous would be an understatement. I surveyed the entire space, taking note of the separate bathroom and toilet, a comfortable couch positioned near a corner with a TV, and an array of amenities, including a working fridge, toaster, and microwave. The working area featured an exquisite mahogany desk, a chair behind it, and two chairs, presumably for students, situated in front.

During my interview, I had been asked about plant allergies, and upon entering the office, I wasn't surprised to find vases brimming with exotic flowers. Adorning the walls were various psychology posters, offering guidance on self-awareness, coping with school stress, bullying, and even suicide prevention. I meticulously examined each poster, ensuring there were no sensitive or unnecessary content. Finally, I sank into my chair, feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion wash over me.

When I closed my eyes for a moment's reprieve, I was abruptly roused by a knock on my door. I glanced at the wall clock and realized it was already 9:15 am. Panicking, I hurriedly opened the door to find a young man standing outside, holding a bucket and a small hose.

"Hello, good morning. I am here to take care of the plants," he said with a smile, extending his hand. I shook his firm grip, noting his tall and lanky figure. His brown locks fell onto his shoulders and his dark eyes seemed to pierce through the soul.

"I'm Desmond. Come in," I replied, opening the door wider for him to enter. As he stepped inside, I noticed the waist bag on his waist. I couldn't help but glance at it, and he quickly explained, "tools for trimming them."

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I looked away. He chuckled and clarified, "To trim the flowers." I smiled and returned to my chair while he made his way to the flowers.

Attempting to focus on my book, I found myself distracted by his methodical work. When he finished, he started packing up his instruments. His words about the former counselor caught my attention, bringing me back to reality. I was trying hard to forget he was there, but his handsome appearance made it difficult.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, clearing my throat to regain my composure.

"The former counselors left voluntarily. Since I've been here, four have left in that manner," he explained. Standing by the door, he added, "Today marks a year I got here."

Curiosity piqued, I inquired, "Why did they leave voluntarily?" Anxiety started creeping in, triggering a sense of foreboding. Could this be like the movies where foreboding buildings hold dangerous secrets? What are the shadows lurking behind these huge buildings?

"I wasn't close enough with any of them to know the real reasons, but there are whispers among the staff about how twisted the kids and their families can be. It's possible these previous counselors had enough and left for their own peace of mind. The pay here is good, but if something doesn't feel right, then it's not," he replied. I remained silent for a moment before responding.

"Well, I'm here as a volunteer staff member, but I'll be considered for permanent employment after 6 months. Maybe I'll have a good experience and end up staying, enjoying the good paycheck," I said jokingly, with a nervous laugh. He smiled in response.

His smile was breathtaking. "I like you already," he chuckled, causing me to blush.

"Think about it, though. Why would a prestigious school like this hire volunteers? Perhaps they want to ensure you're committed before giving you the big bucks. Does any other staff member here volunteer? By the way, do you want to hang out tonight? It's my one-year employment anniversary party at a bar near Raleigh Cliff. I'll text you the address later. Just give me a call," he suggested, taking out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket.

He scribbled his phone number and walked towards the desk, dropping it with a smile and a playful salute before leaving.

I stared at the paper, tucked it into my pocket, and finished my day without any students. By 4pm, I clocked out and walked down the gravel road. Although I was aware of the buses available to transport staff, I decided to keep to myself and avoid interactions with other staff members.

I made my way to the bus station, intending to head to Mr. Beckham's office before heading home.