rge, paneled in oak, and smel

ooden chair. Across fr

h like armor. Chanel suit, diamond studs,

lamming her hand on the desk. "She is a menace!

from his forehead. "Mrs. Vaug

" She pointed a manicured finger at Arl

till. "I'm sorry his r

up and lunged across the gap,

. She caught Mrs. Vau

stop the motion. But to Mrs. Vaughn, i

e!" Mrs. Vau

She released the wrist

lutching her arm. She looked at the Pri

eather sofa, watching the scene like

If this girl is not expelled by the end of the day, the Vaughn family pulls its fundi

threat. The r

d at Arleen, then at the check

ng said weakly.

er blazer pocket. She

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ped the

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played back, c

d of color. "You... you l

ate," Arleen said. "And blackmaili

oked a

augh. He clapped

tood up and walked to

have a problem. If that recording leaks, your

ning in her eyes. "Mr. Clemons... sure

ind Arleen's chair, his hand resting on the ba

A public assembly. A tribunal. Let the student body se

he sente

skirt with trembling hands. She knew

ow. But mark my words, gi

torme

in his chair. "Mr

entertaining

d down a

angerous game

s small next to him, bu

to win,"

led. "We