Adler | The Monarch & The Heirs BOOK 2.

False | A TWENTY FIVE

A/N: Dedicated to _RINYAA and Daisyhc_xo

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There was a click on the other side of the faculty door as it unhinged to peel her own eyes off the blank sheet.

Thin matted hair popped from the door with those owl-like eyes behind large rimmed specs. Belonging to none other than the academy's supervisor, Seymour who had returned from his 'trip to the loo'. Shepherd pursed her lips in wait for the signal.

Seymour pushed his specs to firmly touch the base of his nose and her shoulders were instantly free from the weight it'd been burdened with. Dropping the prop, she rose up. "Right, I think we can call it a wrap from there. You can all go."

Puzzled expressions filled the rows of lecturers seated.

"What?"

"Did I stutter, Mr. Perez? I said you can all go."

There was blatant query in his gaze but knowing the tone, he was wise to drop it there. An example the majority followed.

That unfortunately left the intolerable minority.

"But I haven't gone over my thoughts on ways to improve the menu and bulletin boards." started the literature teacher, Ms. Monroe unsurprisingly.
"Yes, well you'll have to forgive me but I just recalled the bell will be ringing shortly. That miscalculation on time falling on my part so it will have to be for another time. Thank you."

"The bell? That isn't until another fifteen minutes." Monroe pressed. "Surely, we can go on for a bit more, yes?"

She sought out the concurrence from peers like this was a democratic conference. The few dodos that took the dribble seriously firmly nodded and the rest merely suppressed groans.

"That may be so," Shepherd started softly, "but I'm sure some teachers would prefer a little extra time to properly have everything in place to further prepare all they have to impart to their students for the day."

The glorified librarian laughed. "Shepherd, I think I'm speaking for those who have basic practice down on preparing that in beneficial results, you sort agendas out in the night before for advance— "

"Ms. Monroe." hissed the brazen headmaster, a lethal strain amidst her light tone. "This is not a missionary for you to preach your vain philosophies on planning. Not everybody is as single and free with time to decide on everything nights before. Now, if I say this meeting is over, it's over! End of story. Out! The lot of you."

Amidst the stiffened and stunned congregation, no one spoke to oppose. There were lingering questioning glances in recoil but the bigger half of the dolts weren't one to ponder and gladly dismissed themselves from the premises.

Last to remain was her lookout. Seymour was the perfect candidate as he was practically invisible to peers as not a soul thought twice to him stalling on leaving the room. When certain the staff were all far out of earshot, Shepherd gave him the nod.

"Mr. Colossus has notified the board Brent is no longer acquitted as a student from the academy."

"And Brent?"

"The district police are escorting him to the airport for his flight to Oklahoma as of now." He said with a wide grin.

"Mr. Seymour is there something amusing about that?"

"Um, no miss. Not at all. It's erm, a reflex thing."

Ms. Shepherd lifted a brow. "Right. If that'll be all, I suggest you pop off now to your station."