The summons came through official academy channels the morning after the fireworks display—a formal request for me to meet with Victoria Calloway in one of the private conference rooms reserved for parent-student discussions. The message was polite and professional, but I knew exactly what this meeting would be about.
Victoria's final attempt to separate me from Alexander before summer break made her efforts more difficult.
I arrived at the designated room at exactly 10 AM, wearing one of my more conservative outfits and mentally preparing for whatever threats or manipulation Victoria had planned. The conference room was elegant but cold—all dark wood and leather chairs, designed to feel institutional and authoritative rather than comfortable.
Victoria was already there, sitting with pe
