Chapter 41:
meet the bloodbriars
She arrives loud.
Entitled.
Predictable.
“This school is failing children!” she announces.
“…Elaborate,” I reply calmly.
She demands special treatment. Favors. Exceptions.
For a child who… does not meet standards.
“I don’t do favors,” I say.
“I have connections,” she snaps.
I smile faintly.
“…So do I.”
I present documentation.
Her complaints. Her contradictions. Her behavior.
Every detail.
Silence.
The administration reviews everything.
She is asked to leave.
Permanently. Quietly.
Later, I am offered the position of Head of English.
I accept.
In the staff room, I place Persephone and Hades’ artwork in my corner.
Dark. Precise. Perfect.
A colleague asks, “Your children?”
“…Yes,” I say.
Pause.
“…They are… acceptable.”
It is the highest praise I can give.
And in that moment, I realize—
I did not win through politics.
I simply refused to lose to stupidity.
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