The Contract Clause
The hotel ballroom glittered like a trap laid in plain sight. Crystal chandeliers cast hard diamonds across marble floors while the city's elite circled in silk and measured smiles. Elena Voss stood near the entrance, one gloved hand wrapped around a flute of champagne she had no intention of drinking. Every glance in her direction carried weight. Tonight's gala had been designed for one purpose: her public unraveling.
Her phone buzzed against her clutch. The screen lit up with a single line that turned her stomach to ice: Emergency call - St. Aldric Academy Office.
She slipped into the corridor before the whispers could sharpen. The assistant who had flagged her down hovered, voice low. "The principal needs you now, Ms. Voss."
Elena pressed the phone to her ear. The principal's tone was clipped, professional, and merciless. "There's a rumor moving through the parent groups. Someon
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