Sheila photocopied the staff list and handed it over along with a brief hug as she breezed through the common room on her extremely high heels.
“Thanks,” Hana said. “Do you think I should take some baking round?”
“Yes, that would be lovely,” Sheila answered and turned to leave. Then her eyes lit up and she imparted a particularly stunning piece of information to Hana’s sorry ears. “Oh, I forgot to say, big-mouth-Amanda’s been blabbing it around that Logan’s the next deputy principal. Apparently she typed up some new contract for him. The stupid woman’s even telling everyone what the starting salary is. You should go to Angus about her; she can’t seem to help herself. Tell Logan congratulations, anyway.”
Hana swallowed and managed only a nod. Feeling excluded and devastated, she left the
