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“With your grades, the only way you got in here was because someone pulled strings. We would never have epted trash like you otherwise.”

“I never imed to be a model student,” Olivia replied, tilting her head. “My grades?” she repeated, her voice light. She hadn’t expected Hallie to bring up her school record.

“Don’t y dumb with me. Your SSAT scores were aplete joke. It’s embarrassing,” Hallie sneered. “Forget the bad grades. You’re just a rotten person. I don’t know who raised you, but they did a terrible job.”

The moment she mentioned family, the yful light in Olivia’s eyes vanished, reced by pure ice. That was the one line people did not cross with her. The chalk in her hand crumbled to dust as she fixed Hallie with a cold, hard stare.

A knot of fear tightened in Hallie’s stomach. “Wh–what’s with that look? Did I say something wrong?”

“You call yourself a teacher, huh?” A chilling light glinted in Olivia’s eyes. “You’re not a teacher. Teachers are supposed to teach. You’re a predator who gets off on breaking students down because it makes you feel powerful.”

Hallie flinched, but her pride wouldn’t let her back down. “How dare you!” she shrieked. “Who the hell do you think you are to lecture me? Get out. Now.” She lunged, trying to shove Olivia out of the room.

“Hit a nerve?” Olivia caught her wrist, her grip like iron. Her gaze dropped to the test paper on the desk. “And this is the material you prepared? You call yourself an SAT expert?”

She shook off Hallie’s hand and picked up the test paper. “Question one,” she announced to the ss, “is from the official SAT Study Guide, page 234, problem eight. fnc84c Fresh chapters posted on findnovel/fnc84c

“Question seven is from the third state–wide practice exam… And the essay prompt? The College Board released that as a sample two years ago.”

A chaotic rustle of paper swept the room. Voices erupted in shock.

“She’s right. These really are just copied from the practice books. She didn’t even change answer choices,” one student said.

“No way. Didn’t Ms. Brown say she wrote this test herself?” another asked.

“Wait, so she just copied everything? This whole thing is a scam,” someone else chimed in.

The murmuring grew louder. Up on the stage, the color drained from Hallie’s face. This little brat is here to destroy me,‘ she thought in a panic.

Thest trace of amusement vanished from Olivia’s face, reced by pure disgust. “You pass off this copy- paste garbage as your own work.

“And the material you were teaching earlier? It is useless for the actual SAT. Who made you think you could treat these students like crap?”

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“The first rule of being a professional is not letting your emotions affect your work, Olivia said as she shot a cold nce at Hallie. “But I guess that’s too much to expect from a two–bit bully who only knows how to brown–nose the wealthy.”

“You’re talking nonsense,” Hallie scoffed, trying to act bored. “I’m the teacher here, not you.”

She forced herself to calm down and scanned the room. “If you don’t want ito /ibe in my ss, you can get out right now,” she screamed. “But just so you know, there are no refunds.”

The angry whispers died down. A smug smile crept back onto Hallie’s face. She stared daggers at Olivia. “This conversation is over. I don’t care who got you in here. You’re out.

“We have standards, and we don’t ept students with your grades and your rotten attitude. Find another gutter to crawl into.”

Olivia, who had no desire to stay another second anyway, justughed. “Fine by me. Those are your words,

not mine.”

“They are my words. Now, get the hell out,” Hallie screamed, looking like she was about to physically tear Olivia apart.

“Alright,” Olivia said with a shrug, “I didn’t want to be here anyway.” She grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

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