(continued)
Chapter 1
Moving to a new school with new responsibilities was nothing new, but it certainly kept my mind busy and my body exhausted. Being an army brat, moving around was nothing new. My mother died when I was only two and my father was a captain on several military bases all around the United States.
Being independent and really never needing anyone to stand over me to get things done had been ingrained in me at a young age. This was part of my father's influence in my life. On top of that, I loved how to get crowds to do what I needed them to do, which I learned from him as well.
I was perfect for leadership and teaching was a passion of mine because many of the women on the base were either teachers or placed education very high in their lives.
My first six months at my new school was an entire overhaul of the system the last principal had. This school was one of the worst in the area in terms of financial management. Despite the misuse of school funds, the students were getting high marks in all areas and were desperate for the right leadership. After pushing out a lot of the people who had assisted the principal in using the school funds wrongly, I finally had a staff that was willing to work for the students and not themselves.
I was oblivious to time and whenever I started to think about Evan Crane, I worked harder to forget.
So when a bouquet of white roses arrived on February 14th at the front office, I was struck speechless in the doorway as I entered the main school's office.
Muriel, the office's secretary, who usually arrived as the first person in the office explained immediately. "The rose guy was waiting at the administrator's door when I arrived. Said he was under orders to wait until someone came on this day. He’d been waiting since five this morning.”
I didn't know what to say. Even though there was a card, I knew there was no doubt who the flowers were from.
The secretary continued, "What's so strange is that the same dozen roses were sent to a whole bunch of other schools and colleges in Metro Detroit area."
My fingers almost trembled as I picked out the card and read it.
"To the student who gave directions out of the kindness of her heart to a stranger... I never got your name, but this is to show my appreciation. Evan Crane."
"There was an article," Muriel said, plopping the morning paper on my desk as she followed me in my office.
She closed the door on her exit, leaving me to my early morning thoughts, the card Evan had left in the flowers and the newspaper on my desk. I started to read the article:
"When the editor received a press release about the Thankfulness of Evan Crane to a mysterious student in the Metro Detroit Area, we had to make sure there were not pigs flying outside. This February 14th, thousands of Metro Detroit schools will received a gift from Evan Crane - A dozen white roses with a card inside, which will read: To the student who gave direction out of the kindness of her heart to a stranger... I never got your name, but this is to show my appreciation. Evan Crane. Not only is this gesture grand, the person who this gift comes from is in a class by himself when it comes to charity. He's been called cold, ruthless, meticulous, but highly intelligent. Past bitter employees have stated Evan Crane has never shown an ounce of caring for anyone. His former secretary, who is suing him for denying her time off because she needed to go to her father's funeral, said the only reason he dismissed her was because his business couldn’t wait, but her father can. As we researched more on this elusive self made applications developer, we could not find one person who could say one good thing about Evan Crane. Could one act of kindness change a man? And who is this mysterious student that has deliberately eluded one of the richest eligible bachelors in Detroit?"
There was a chance to comment on their website and I went to check it out.
Most people talked about kindness of strangers and how it shouldn't be questioned. Others surmised the student was not coming forward because of the trouble they would get in for talking to strangers.
At the time I read, no one admitted to being the student, but I subscribed to the comments and started my workday not wanting to ever let Evan Crane come in between my life.
SATs & ACTs were starting for seniors, while new enrollment for next year was also going on. Our school tested to get in and high standards were expected of all our students.
The board of directors and funders to the school were extremely excited about how our enrollment figures jumped exponentially since I had taken over leadership of the school.
I had the perfect career for myself and it certainly didn't give me room for a relationship.
Deliberately when I was in my office, I kept my door closed so I wouldn't see those damn roses on the counter.
Yet everyone was talking about the roses and Evan Crane.
I knew it would be foolhardy of me to even try to go see him now. Everyone would wonder yet, I did not want him to try another attempt to find me. I was worried the next gesture would be grander.
"Someone's here to see you," Muriel said. "She doesn't have an appointment, but she says to tell you it's about the day you lost a bet."
I stood and ordered Muriel to show the person in knowing full well it was Stacey.
She walked in holding a flower from the bouquet.
"They're beautiful," she said.
Stacey looked a little older and there was nervousness all over her face.
Placing the rose on my desk, she smirked knowingly.
I put my best face forward. "How have you been, Stacey? It's wonderful to see you."
"Don't lie, Ms Roberts. You're not a people person. You never have been, but something happened that day. Something made you become a people person, didn't it?"
I suddenly felt Stacey's motive for coming to see me had more to do than rubbing my face in a lost bet.
Changing the subject, I said, "I figured you'd be in honor AP classes ready to jump into college."
"I would be, but the economy is bad, Ms Roberts. My father was closely tied to the auto industry." Her look of regret filled her features. "My college tuition disappeared with everything else our family owned. We've been forced to move to the city and make due with a three bedroom on the eastside where I’ll be going to community college, trying to get the AP classes that I need and I had to pick up a paid intern just to accommodate my senior dues."
"I'm sorry." And I really was because Stacey was a smart girl and deserved more.
"Nothing to be sorry about, Ms Roberts."
I was trying to get her angle, but I couldn't determine anything. Sure, I wasn't a people person, but I had a great skill at getting to what people wanted before they told me; Dealing with youth one had to be.
"Like I said, you don't have to become a people person on my account. Let's get back to why I'm here. When was the last time you saw that stranger?"
"What stranger?" I played dumb.
She smirked as if she had known I was going to say that. "Don't think I can't go to that address on the paper I gave to you that day. And don't think I didn't see you come out of that apartment still dressed like a student. I just know that you came out very happy and dressed in a student uniform from his apartment real early in the morning. Don't you think the media would love to know this wasn't just a student he picked up, but a student he fucked? How much do you think the media would pay for pictures of Evan Crane looking like a pedophile? Or even after they find out the truth, how much would you pay to keep your name from being mucked about. I'm sure all the parents of this wonderful school would love to know the woman who principals their children is a freak, who likes to sleep with strangers on the street."
I gripped my desk wanting to leap over and choke her to death, but I held my seat and stayed composed. "What proof will you provide?"
"Pictures of you going in his place; Pictures of you leaving his address with sex hair. I think it'd be more than enough to sell to sell to the media for a nice lump sum."
Sick to my stomach over her deceit, I stiffly asked, "What do you want, Stacey?"
Stacey smiled triumphantly. "Easy, Ms Roberts. I want you to help me." She stood up clearly showing disgust for me all over her face. "I've decided I'd like you to help me personally fund my tuition, Ms. Roberts."
***
Her request wanted to make me throw up. Give her one hundred grand or risk my career. Yet, in order to beat her at her own game I'd have to come out of hiding and face Evan Crane, tell him who I really am and end up ruining the best fantasy I have ever had.
I never meant for this to go this far and I didn't think I'd be playing with my career from one moment of ecstasy I thought I could have gotten away with.
Stacey put an index card on my desk next to the rose she had brought in. "You have one week. This is the bank account number. I'll expect full payment no later than noon a week from now."
Standing up, she looked around the office. "I'm really proud of you, Ms. Roberts. Raising yourself to principal despite your color and gender and even your age in this tough educational climate shows that you really know your job and you are intelligent. I think you are perfect for this job."
"And you're willing to help me lose it all."
"You won't if you give me what I want, Ms. Roberts. I just want to go to school. That's why I only asked for what I needed."
Then let me put you into a work program for school that could help you-"
"No!" She slammed her fist on the desk. "I don't want to work. I want what my father couldn't give me and what I'm willing to do anything to get." She pointed hard at the card with the account number. "One week. Once the money is in the account, you have my word I'll destroy all the proof. I promise."
Without any other words, she left out of the room.
I stared at the white rose for the longest minute of my life.
Muriel bursting in the office interrupted my lost and confused thoughts running down all the "fires" I needed to put out for the day. She came in through her office and was so deep in making sure I got the list of things to do, she didn't see I was halfway listening.
When she was done and handing me the things to sign off on, I handed her the rose and asked, "Do you still have the receipt from the delivery man for those roses?"
"Yes." She looked thoroughly confused.
Muriel prided herself on knowing what to do before I tell her what I wanted her to do. I knew this would clearly confuse her.
"Send them back," I ordered. "Have the janitor, Mr. Smith, drive those flowers to the shop with a message to Mr. Crane that we don't want his gift and we feel this is inappropriate for him to deliver such a gift to our students."
"But Ms Roberts-"
"No, buts, Muriel. Send them back." I turned and pretended to be immersed in my work.
Muriel stood there for a moment before she left out with the rose.
By the time I came out of my office fifteen minutes later, the roses were gone.
What was my plan?
Easy. I was going to tell Evan Crane the truth, make the payoff to Stacey, make sure the evidence was destroyed and never have to deal with Stacey or Evan Crane ever again.
Yet, instead of going to Evan Crane and getting more suspicion my way, I needed Evan Crane to find me.
***
The rest of my day was halfway mixed with my usual routine and students whispering I was evil to give Mr. Crane his gift back. I shrugged this off and kept going about my day.
By the time I got home, I was devastated about how many women came up to the media and said they were Evan Crane's mysterious student. Not just students, but grown ass women who were solely concerned with Evan Crane's bank accounts rather than his rare kindness.
I've never been one to be very materialistic. I've been happy just as long as my bills have been paid for. My new house I acquired a couple of months after I became principal was all paid off courtesy of some funds my father had left for me after he died this past summer. I was glad to mourn him fully over my time off and even relished having the distraction of his death to deter me from thinking of Evan at all as I also prepared for my new job.
I moved out of my previous neighborhood, because I didn't want Evan Crane to find that I moved.
There were even men who said they knew the student Evan Crane was looking for and would give that information for the right price. The media, by the end of the night, put up a five thousand dollar reward for the student, who identified himself or herself and gave the media an exclusive interview.
I couldn't believe people were taking Evan Crane's personal gesture to the extreme, but since I was touched by the greed people would go when it came to Evan Crane from my encounter with Stacey earlier this day, further solidified my decision not to have anything to do with this man.
At that point I decided not to do another thing to draw attention to myself. I was hoping there had been other schools that had sent the flowers back and he wouldn't get any messages with all this hoopla over money. That would be perfect because I wouldn't get an opportunity to meet him.
I wanted no part of Evan Crane despite the even more fine looking specimen he had become.
I looked through my finances and I calculated how I could get that money to Stacey without Evan Crane's help.
Crawling in bed, I felt staying away from Evan Crane was the best decision possible, especially for a woman in my career. The media would try to find out how we met and the secret would be little my position as a respectable woman who educated children.
Stacey was right.
People would only see me as some slutty principal trying to push my loose morals on their children.
Damn! How could my greatest fantasy become the worst mistake in life?
Still thinking about the money, I figured I could take a loan out on my home, which was paid off and sell my father's hunting lodge in upper Michigan. It would be difficult to sell emotionally because his last memories of him for me were there.
Yet, I couldn't afford having my life on the front of any newspaper; I had to sell the lodge. I wasn't going to embarrass my father's memory over the one time I decided to let go of my control and carry on like I have no morals or values.
Even as I dressed in the morning, the news talked about Evan Crane and his moving to Detroit because of the technological advances for his company in this area. The media portrayed him as a very private and personal tech geek that never really stayed in the forefront, but allowed others to showcase the ingenious applications he developed.
Had we been so compatible sexually because we were two of the same? Still I couldn't have anything to do with him.
And then I saw him live!
My heart doubled back as the morning news team I regularly watched conducted a Skype interview with Evan Crane. He admitted no one had come forward with the student's identity and he doubted the student would ever be found. He was elusive about the gender of the student or the details of what the student had done. He didn't look disappointed or upset that his gesture had produced no results.
Damn, if he didn't look delicious in a dark blue suit. His hair was the same and my body started to try to remember how he tasted and smelled. I wondered if other women had made him groan when he kissed them or if...
I was almost late leaving out of the door staring at the screen even after the news program went off like an idiot.
Angry at myself for deigning to dream about something that was never going to happen again, I drove like a bat out of hell to get to work on time. Good thing it was uniform day.
Uniform Day was a day I had instituted when I arrived at the school for all the teachers to use one day a week to wear the uniforms that the students had to wear. Unlike St. Alphonso that only had the dresses for girls, this school allowed khaki pants, but I still preferred to wear the khaki skirt and white shirt.
I learned from St. Alphonso how wearing the uniform made the students really bond with the staff. Since uniform day was instituted misbehavior on that day deceased by forty percent. Who knew? And unfortunately I had Stacey to thank for the idea.
Getting in the school, I did my rounds before reporting to the office. Muriel blocked my way into my office and pulled me aside.
"What is it?" I asked annoyed. "Muriel, I don't have much time to dabble, I have to present to a budget committee in a couple of hours." I was about to go around her.
"Mr. Crane was here," Muriel stated with fear.
This rocked my feet to solidify to the floor in front of her. "When?" I demanded to know.
"He was sitting in a limousine in the parking lot when I arrived."
Chapter 1
Moving to a new school with new responsibilities was nothing new, but it certainly kept my mind busy and my body exhausted. Being an army brat, moving around was nothing new. My mother died when I was only two and my father was a captain on several military bases all around the United States.
Being independent and really never needing anyone to stand over me to get things done had been ingrained in me at a young age. This was part of my father's influence in my life. On top of that, I loved how to get crowds to do what I needed them to do, which I learned from him as well.
I was perfect for leadership and teaching was a passion of mine because many of the women on the base were either teachers or placed education very high in their lives.
My first six months at my new school was an entire overhaul of the system the last principal had. This school was one of the worst in the area in terms of financial management. Despite the misuse of school funds, the students were getting high marks in all areas and were desperate for the right leadership. After pushing out a lot of the people who had assisted the principal in using the school funds wrongly, I finally had a staff that was willing to work for the students and not themselves.
I was oblivious to time and whenever I started to think about Evan Crane, I worked harder to forget.
So when a bouquet of white roses arrived on February 14th at the front office, I was struck speechless in the doorway as I entered the main school's office.
Muriel, the office's secretary, who usually arrived as the first person in the office explained immediately. "The rose guy was waiting at the administrator's door when I arrived. Said he was under orders to wait until someone came on this day. He’d been waiting since five this morning.”
I didn't know what to say. Even though there was a card, I knew there was no doubt who the flowers were from.
The secretary continued, "What's so strange is that the same dozen roses were sent to a whole bunch of other schools and colleges in Metro Detroit area."
My fingers almost trembled as I picked out the card and read it.
"To the student who gave directions out of the kindness of her heart to a stranger... I never got your name, but this is to show my appreciation. Evan Crane."
"There was an article," Muriel said, plopping the morning paper on my desk as she followed me in my office.
She closed the door on her exit, leaving me to my early morning thoughts, the card Evan had left in the flowers and the newspaper on my desk. I started to read the article:
"When the editor received a press release about the Thankfulness of Evan Crane to a mysterious student in the Metro Detroit Area, we had to make sure there were not pigs flying outside. This February 14th, thousands of Metro Detroit schools will received a gift from Evan Crane - A dozen white roses with a card inside, which will read: To the student who gave direction out of the kindness of her heart to a stranger... I never got your name, but this is to show my appreciation. Evan Crane. Not only is this gesture grand, the person who this gift comes from is in a class by himself when it comes to charity. He's been called cold, ruthless, meticulous, but highly intelligent. Past bitter employees have stated Evan Crane has never shown an ounce of caring for anyone. His former secretary, who is suing him for denying her time off because she needed to go to her father's funeral, said the only reason he dismissed her was because his business couldn’t wait, but her father can. As we researched more on this elusive self made applications developer, we could not find one person who could say one good thing about Evan Crane. Could one act of kindness change a man? And who is this mysterious student that has deliberately eluded one of the richest eligible bachelors in Detroit?"
There was a chance to comment on their website and I went to check it out.
Most people talked about kindness of strangers and how it shouldn't be questioned. Others surmised the student was not coming forward because of the trouble they would get in for talking to strangers.
At the time I read, no one admitted to being the student, but I subscribed to the comments and started my workday not wanting to ever let Evan Crane come in between my life.
SATs & ACTs were starting for seniors, while new enrollment for next year was also going on. Our school tested to get in and high standards were expected of all our students.
The board of directors and funders to the school were extremely excited about how our enrollment figures jumped exponentially since I had taken over leadership of the school.
I had the perfect career for myself and it certainly didn't give me room for a relationship.
Deliberately when I was in my office, I kept my door closed so I wouldn't see those damn roses on the counter.
Yet everyone was talking about the roses and Evan Crane.
I knew it would be foolhardy of me to even try to go see him now. Everyone would wonder yet, I did not want him to try another attempt to find me. I was worried the next gesture would be grander.
"Someone's here to see you," Muriel said. "She doesn't have an appointment, but she says to tell you it's about the day you lost a bet."
I stood and ordered Muriel to show the person in knowing full well it was Stacey.
She walked in holding a flower from the bouquet.
"They're beautiful," she said.
Stacey looked a little older and there was nervousness all over her face.
Placing the rose on my desk, she smirked knowingly.
I put my best face forward. "How have you been, Stacey? It's wonderful to see you."
"Don't lie, Ms Roberts. You're not a people person. You never have been, but something happened that day. Something made you become a people person, didn't it?"
I suddenly felt Stacey's motive for coming to see me had more to do than rubbing my face in a lost bet.
Changing the subject, I said, "I figured you'd be in honor AP classes ready to jump into college."
"I would be, but the economy is bad, Ms Roberts. My father was closely tied to the auto industry." Her look of regret filled her features. "My college tuition disappeared with everything else our family owned. We've been forced to move to the city and make due with a three bedroom on the eastside where I’ll be going to community college, trying to get the AP classes that I need and I had to pick up a paid intern just to accommodate my senior dues."
"I'm sorry." And I really was because Stacey was a smart girl and deserved more.
"Nothing to be sorry about, Ms Roberts."
I was trying to get her angle, but I couldn't determine anything. Sure, I wasn't a people person, but I had a great skill at getting to what people wanted before they told me; Dealing with youth one had to be.
"Like I said, you don't have to become a people person on my account. Let's get back to why I'm here. When was the last time you saw that stranger?"
"What stranger?" I played dumb.
She smirked as if she had known I was going to say that. "Don't think I can't go to that address on the paper I gave to you that day. And don't think I didn't see you come out of that apartment still dressed like a student. I just know that you came out very happy and dressed in a student uniform from his apartment real early in the morning. Don't you think the media would love to know this wasn't just a student he picked up, but a student he fucked? How much do you think the media would pay for pictures of Evan Crane looking like a pedophile? Or even after they find out the truth, how much would you pay to keep your name from being mucked about. I'm sure all the parents of this wonderful school would love to know the woman who principals their children is a freak, who likes to sleep with strangers on the street."
I gripped my desk wanting to leap over and choke her to death, but I held my seat and stayed composed. "What proof will you provide?"
"Pictures of you going in his place; Pictures of you leaving his address with sex hair. I think it'd be more than enough to sell to sell to the media for a nice lump sum."
Sick to my stomach over her deceit, I stiffly asked, "What do you want, Stacey?"
Stacey smiled triumphantly. "Easy, Ms Roberts. I want you to help me." She stood up clearly showing disgust for me all over her face. "I've decided I'd like you to help me personally fund my tuition, Ms. Roberts."
***
Her request wanted to make me throw up. Give her one hundred grand or risk my career. Yet, in order to beat her at her own game I'd have to come out of hiding and face Evan Crane, tell him who I really am and end up ruining the best fantasy I have ever had.
I never meant for this to go this far and I didn't think I'd be playing with my career from one moment of ecstasy I thought I could have gotten away with.
Stacey put an index card on my desk next to the rose she had brought in. "You have one week. This is the bank account number. I'll expect full payment no later than noon a week from now."
Standing up, she looked around the office. "I'm really proud of you, Ms. Roberts. Raising yourself to principal despite your color and gender and even your age in this tough educational climate shows that you really know your job and you are intelligent. I think you are perfect for this job."
"And you're willing to help me lose it all."
"You won't if you give me what I want, Ms. Roberts. I just want to go to school. That's why I only asked for what I needed."
Then let me put you into a work program for school that could help you-"
"No!" She slammed her fist on the desk. "I don't want to work. I want what my father couldn't give me and what I'm willing to do anything to get." She pointed hard at the card with the account number. "One week. Once the money is in the account, you have my word I'll destroy all the proof. I promise."
Without any other words, she left out of the room.
I stared at the white rose for the longest minute of my life.
Muriel bursting in the office interrupted my lost and confused thoughts running down all the "fires" I needed to put out for the day. She came in through her office and was so deep in making sure I got the list of things to do, she didn't see I was halfway listening.
When she was done and handing me the things to sign off on, I handed her the rose and asked, "Do you still have the receipt from the delivery man for those roses?"
"Yes." She looked thoroughly confused.
Muriel prided herself on knowing what to do before I tell her what I wanted her to do. I knew this would clearly confuse her.
"Send them back," I ordered. "Have the janitor, Mr. Smith, drive those flowers to the shop with a message to Mr. Crane that we don't want his gift and we feel this is inappropriate for him to deliver such a gift to our students."
"But Ms Roberts-"
"No, buts, Muriel. Send them back." I turned and pretended to be immersed in my work.
Muriel stood there for a moment before she left out with the rose.
By the time I came out of my office fifteen minutes later, the roses were gone.
What was my plan?
Easy. I was going to tell Evan Crane the truth, make the payoff to Stacey, make sure the evidence was destroyed and never have to deal with Stacey or Evan Crane ever again.
Yet, instead of going to Evan Crane and getting more suspicion my way, I needed Evan Crane to find me.
***
The rest of my day was halfway mixed with my usual routine and students whispering I was evil to give Mr. Crane his gift back. I shrugged this off and kept going about my day.
By the time I got home, I was devastated about how many women came up to the media and said they were Evan Crane's mysterious student. Not just students, but grown ass women who were solely concerned with Evan Crane's bank accounts rather than his rare kindness.
I've never been one to be very materialistic. I've been happy just as long as my bills have been paid for. My new house I acquired a couple of months after I became principal was all paid off courtesy of some funds my father had left for me after he died this past summer. I was glad to mourn him fully over my time off and even relished having the distraction of his death to deter me from thinking of Evan at all as I also prepared for my new job.
I moved out of my previous neighborhood, because I didn't want Evan Crane to find that I moved.
There were even men who said they knew the student Evan Crane was looking for and would give that information for the right price. The media, by the end of the night, put up a five thousand dollar reward for the student, who identified himself or herself and gave the media an exclusive interview.
I couldn't believe people were taking Evan Crane's personal gesture to the extreme, but since I was touched by the greed people would go when it came to Evan Crane from my encounter with Stacey earlier this day, further solidified my decision not to have anything to do with this man.
At that point I decided not to do another thing to draw attention to myself. I was hoping there had been other schools that had sent the flowers back and he wouldn't get any messages with all this hoopla over money. That would be perfect because I wouldn't get an opportunity to meet him.
I wanted no part of Evan Crane despite the even more fine looking specimen he had become.
I looked through my finances and I calculated how I could get that money to Stacey without Evan Crane's help.
Crawling in bed, I felt staying away from Evan Crane was the best decision possible, especially for a woman in my career. The media would try to find out how we met and the secret would be little my position as a respectable woman who educated children.
Stacey was right.
People would only see me as some slutty principal trying to push my loose morals on their children.
Damn! How could my greatest fantasy become the worst mistake in life?
Still thinking about the money, I figured I could take a loan out on my home, which was paid off and sell my father's hunting lodge in upper Michigan. It would be difficult to sell emotionally because his last memories of him for me were there.
Yet, I couldn't afford having my life on the front of any newspaper; I had to sell the lodge. I wasn't going to embarrass my father's memory over the one time I decided to let go of my control and carry on like I have no morals or values.
Even as I dressed in the morning, the news talked about Evan Crane and his moving to Detroit because of the technological advances for his company in this area. The media portrayed him as a very private and personal tech geek that never really stayed in the forefront, but allowed others to showcase the ingenious applications he developed.
Had we been so compatible sexually because we were two of the same? Still I couldn't have anything to do with him.
And then I saw him live!
My heart doubled back as the morning news team I regularly watched conducted a Skype interview with Evan Crane. He admitted no one had come forward with the student's identity and he doubted the student would ever be found. He was elusive about the gender of the student or the details of what the student had done. He didn't look disappointed or upset that his gesture had produced no results.
Damn, if he didn't look delicious in a dark blue suit. His hair was the same and my body started to try to remember how he tasted and smelled. I wondered if other women had made him groan when he kissed them or if...
I was almost late leaving out of the door staring at the screen even after the news program went off like an idiot.
Angry at myself for deigning to dream about something that was never going to happen again, I drove like a bat out of hell to get to work on time. Good thing it was uniform day.
Uniform Day was a day I had instituted when I arrived at the school for all the teachers to use one day a week to wear the uniforms that the students had to wear. Unlike St. Alphonso that only had the dresses for girls, this school allowed khaki pants, but I still preferred to wear the khaki skirt and white shirt.
I learned from St. Alphonso how wearing the uniform made the students really bond with the staff. Since uniform day was instituted misbehavior on that day deceased by forty percent. Who knew? And unfortunately I had Stacey to thank for the idea.
Getting in the school, I did my rounds before reporting to the office. Muriel blocked my way into my office and pulled me aside.
"What is it?" I asked annoyed. "Muriel, I don't have much time to dabble, I have to present to a budget committee in a couple of hours." I was about to go around her.
"Mr. Crane was here," Muriel stated with fear.
This rocked my feet to solidify to the floor in front of her. "When?" I demanded to know.
"He was sitting in a limousine in the parking lot when I arrived."
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