Unfortunately, pretending became considerably more difficult when Mrs. Torres Mendoza was ordering him to change destinations.
Luciano leaned back against his seat and rubbed his forehead slowly.
He already knew exactly where this was heading.
The problem was that he also knew there was almost no chance of stopping it.
Across from him, Thiago appeared equally troubled.
Not because he disagreed with Daniella.
Quite the opposite.
The bruises had disturbed him as much as everyone else.
The problem was that Daniella's solutions rarely resembled normal solutions.
Most people would call the school.
Some would arrange meetings.
Others would launch investigations.
Daniella, however, had a tendency to skip directly to confrontation.
And that tendency had never once become less terrifying.
Nicolas finally opened his eyes.
His voice remained calm.
"Mrs. Torres Mendoza."
Daniella looked at him.
