One week after the ceremony at the White House, Principal Caesar refilled his glass with champagne in the secret sub-basement of All Einstein High School. Replacing the bottle on the table, he leaned forward and clinked glasses with Superintendent Alexander.
“To the Teacher of the Century,” Caesar said with an oily grin. “The pride of All Einstein High.”
“To Cilla Franklin,” said Alexander. “Where would we be without her?”
The naked men drained their glasses, finishing off with mutual sighs of satisfaction. Alexander drew fine cigars from the humidor and passed one over to Caesar.
“Congratulations on the enrollment numbers for next year,” said Caesar. “Having the Teacher of the Century on staff is quite a draw.”
“Word is, our state funding will be through the roof,” said Alexande
