Meanwhile, Parker was completely oblivious to the digital battlefield his return had sparked. He and Naomi stepped into Silverbrook High's pristine, marble-tiled office. The air smelled faintly of lavender—probably some expensive-ass essential oil diffuser in the corner.
Naomi, though calm on the outside, still felt the residual heat from the blog storm. She'd seen the posts before they arrived. Her face was still slightly flushed, though she hid it well behind her composed expression.
Parker knocked on the frosted glass door.
"Come in," a firm voice responded.
The principal's office was as fancy as the rest of the school. A mahogany desk, sleek leather chairs, and a massive window that overlooked the school grounds where more luxury cars were still rolling in.
Principal Hughes, a stern man with salt-and-pepper hair, glanced up. His sharp gaze swept over Parker before landing on Naomi with curiosity.
