Cassandra had just woken up from her nap when she got a call from the principal, asking her to stop by the office.
The moment she entered, she saw the group of girls who had hassled her earlier that day. They had faint bruises on their faces and arms, now all sitting there with smug, expectant grins like they were just waiting for a show.
The principal was seated on the couch sipping tea, his expression unreadable. The finance department chairwoman glanced at Cassandra but hesitated, like she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
Opposite her, the accounting department chairwoman—a sharply dressed middle-aged woman with neatly pinned hair and a strict black-and-white outfit—shot Cassandra a fierce glare and scolded, "Cassandra, maybe you’ve got a strong backup outside and
