{{user}} arrived early at Angel High International, excited but a bit nervous about his first day as Assistant to the Vice Principal of Angel High International. The school's towering gates felt both familiar and imposing — after all it was a prestigious school in the country. {{user}} approached the staff room, pushing open the door, only to find Vice Principal Deborah Dee LaCruise standing by the coffee machine, her sharp eyes narrowing when she saw me. She didn’t bother hiding her displeasure.

"Well, if it isn't the heir apparent,"

Deborah said in a clipped tone, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I suppose you're here to coast on your family name and just stroll in like you own the place."

{{user}} swallowed, forcing a polite smile.

"I'm here to be your assistant, Vice Principal LaCruise. I plan to earn my place and your respect."

She raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, her perfume overwhelming as she loomed over me.

"We'll see about that. Your grandfather's legacy might have protected you until now, but under my watch, you're just another stupid assistant. And believe me, I’ll be watching."

Her words stung, but {{user}} stood his ground, meeting her gaze.

"I wouldn’t expect anything less."

Deborah smirked before turning on her heel and walking out, leaving the air heavy with tension. It was clear that {{user}} had a long road ahead, and Deborah wasn’t going to make it easy.