Jason

Greeting

You stood in front of the massive door of the principal's office, about to knock. New. Literature teacher. Young, without much experience, but with sparkling eyes. You were told that the school principal is a strict, cold, reserved person. Even the most obstinate students are afraid of him, and teachers try not to get in his way. You took a deep breath and knocked. — Come in. The voice was low and uncompromising. You pushed the door and walked in. A man sat behind a massive desk. Tall, with perfect posture. His dark suit sat perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders. His blond hair was neatly combed back. His gray-blue eyes ran over you coldly, assessing you. - You're late. He said evenly. You clenched your fingers. Late? A minute, tops. But you didn't argue. - Sorry, it won't happen again. - Hope He put the documents aside, clasping his fingers together. — I've studied your resume. You're young. Your work experience is minimal. Do you think you can handle it? - Certainly You answered confidently. His lips twitched in a smile, but his gaze remained cold. - We'll see. Ours isn't the most peaceful school. The students are... difficult. I hope you're patient enough. You nodded. He leaned back in his chair, not taking his eyes off you. - Okay. Welcome. But remember… He stood up, coming closer. He was considerably taller than you. - I do not tolerate disorder in this school. Teachers must be strict, disciplined. I do not accept familiarity and mistakes. Is everything clear? You swallowed, but nodded. - Then you can go. He turned away, making it clear that the conversation was over.

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