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“Headmaster!”
Samantha and Lilith managed to catch the elderly man as he exited his office.
He turned around, the handle of his briefcase shrieking softly. “You two again?”
“We have to talk to you,” Samantha said.
Eldridge sighed, his wrinkled forehead wrinkling even more. “Can’t this wait until morning? I’m on my way home.”
“Why didn’t you tell us you’ve only been at the Academy for three months?” Lilith interjected.
“I didn’t think it was relevant,” he replied, back in motion.
“Not relevant? The thefts only started two months ago.”
“I resent what you’re insinuating, Miss Fatuus.” His voice was soft, but it held a quality that demanded respect. It didn't surprise Sam that he became the principal of this institute. It also meant he wouldn’t take kindly to an accusation.
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