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The next morning at six, the principal was already on the phone with her.

"Ms. March, please dress smartly today. The higher-ups are taking this matter very seriously. If our preschool can impress the investors, the government will allocate a substantial budget for us next year. No skirts, wear slacks and a blouse."

Zoey rubbed her temples, feeling a bit weary. "Got it, Principal."

"Ms. March, this is really important. There's a lot of pressure on me too, you know."

"Yeah, I understand."

Zoey couldn't afford to take this lightly. She rummaged through her closet for her business attire, then headed downstairs for a quick bite. She decided not to tell Curtis and Miranda just yet to spare them the worry.

Arriving at school, it was still early. Since the news came through last night, the preschool had been cleaning around the clock. Now, not a speck of dust was in sight.

Entering her classroom, Zoey noticed that colorful balloons had been hung up everywhere.

She approached a staff member nearby.

"Do we really need all this? It's a bit over the top."

"It's what the principal and the powers that be want."

Zoey clammed up; after all, she was just a teacher.

Her colleague Gemma and a few others passed by, looking sour.

Zoey's class. Despite her announcement in the teachers' group that she had withdrawn her application, here she was, having gone behind everyone's

considering her too pretentious.

apply, right? But who knows how many calls they've made to the

golden opportunity for promotion, and Zoey

why all the secrecy, unless

really. To deceive colleagues just for a leg up, and after I stood up for her in the

vindicated hearing the

the investor came to pick up the child, she'd have a chance to meet

didn't have a leg to stand on; the outcome of the situation made her feel guilty, and she didn't even know how things got

a spaghetti strap

single teachers had also

looking at her unfriendly, she

came over at this point, spotting Zoey immediately, "Ms. March, the child and the investor

appreciate the

had to admit that it was the privilege of the wealthy. After all, the whole

ovel

thanks to

and

"Alright."

started to

to go too. Let us

why should Zoey be the only one to

waste any more time, "Alright, everyone can come, but