It didn't take long before Al arrived at the designated room.
The atmosphere inside the principal's office felt unnaturally cold, as though the air itself had been stripped of warmth and emotion.
The moment Al stepped in, his eyes immediately focused on the four men seated with rigid composure—each one radiating an overwhelming aura of dominance and power.
They were dressed in expensive suits, exuding the scent of authority and influence, like shareholders of an empire awaiting the verdict of their next acquisition.
The Principal sat apart, occupying a separate sofa—his posture tense, his gaze darting cautiously between the visitors and Al.
Directly across from him sat Lefon Tamarvich, Idham's father—a man clad in an immaculate tailored suit, sharp-eyed and unnervingly calm. His presence alone carried the air of someone accustomed to having others bow before him.
Between Lefon and the Principal was a long sofa occupied by two men.
