The office of Principal Derek Stevens was large and imposing, a stark contrast to the man behind the desk. Well, the large part was accurate; Stevens was on the border of morbidly obese, and his chronic sweating added little to his near nonexistent charm. But the man was instantly recognizable as a pushover, and having to deliver bad news to one of the school's most prominent donors did little to change this. He cleared his throat.
"Thank you for coming in today, Mr. and Mrs. Masters."
Philip Masters, head of the multibillion dollar Masters corporation, nodded sternly, his piercing blue eyes reminding Stevens that the man was said to be a brilliant and intimidating negotiator. "Of course. Perhaps you could enlighten my wife and I as to why you wanted to see us?"
Wiping his brow with a velvet handkerchief, Stevens replied. "I regret to inform you that we've been having more problems with Ken. He recently set off the school's fire alarm in the middle of our pep rally, which caused pandem
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