She came for a lecture. She left with a lesson. Rules are made to be broken. Consequences are made to be felt. The Headmaster’s gavel falls at 4 PM sharp. Tabitha’s final exam begins now.

Tabitha – defiant, sharp-tongued, proud.

The polished oak door clicked shut, sealing Tabitha in the silence of the Headmaster’s Office. Sunlight slanted through the venetian blinds, striping the Persian rug in bars of gold and shadow. Behind the immense desk, a high-backed leather chair faced the window—patient, unyielding.

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