Yesterday, she had received a call. A very specific call from the secretary of none other than Mr. Alexander Brown. The instructions were clear: Don't let Aurora take the exam.
Miss Williams had been more than happy to comply. She didn't want to waste time on someone she believed would fail anyway.
Now, with the principal clearly ignoring any subtle warnings, she would be forced to go along with it. But her pride wasn't going to sit quietly.
Fine, she thought bitterly. Let her take the test. I'll shove her blank paper in the principal's face when she fails.
A twisted sense of satisfaction bloomed in her chest. And perhaps, when the board saw her handling of the situation—and Aurora's failure—they might consider her for promotion.
Maybe even the principal's chair, if the old man retired. It wasn't an impossible dream. She was respected, experienced, and had her share of supporters.
With that fantasy fueling her confidence, she smiled stiffly and nodded.
