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... sistant stiffened. "But sir, that's against protocol—only the top industrialist families—"
"Are you suggesting we let a little champion's light fade in a box just because of rules?"
"...But the board—"
"Don't argue with me again," the Headmaster said, eyes sharp like cold steel.
The assistant gulped. "Yes, sir."
He handed me a glossy white envelope with a gold star emblem on it. Heavy. Official.
The old man turned to me again and sighed. "Apologies ...
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