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Regina walked moved in sync with other parents as they all walked towards the grand class.

The grand classroom was a masterclass in elegance and sophistication, designed to impress the elite members of society who gathered there to assess their children's academic performance. The room was spacious, with high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings and crystal chandeliers that refracted light into a kaleidoscope of colors.

The walls were painted a rich, creamy white and adorned with floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed natural light to pour in, illuminating the polished dark wood floors. The air was thick with the scent of books, adding to the sense of refinement.

At the front of the room, a raised dais supported a majestic wooden podium, where the teacher would address the gathering. Behind the podium, a sprawling screen displayed the school's crest, a symbol of excellence and tradition.

To the sides, leather armchairs were arranged in neat rows, providing comfortable seating for the parents. These chairs were positioned to face the podium, ensuring an unobstructed view of the proceedings. Small, ornate tables stood between each pair of chairs, bearing crystal glasses and bottles of chilled water, a thoughtful touch to keep the guests refreshed.

The rear of the room featured a spacious lounge area, where parents could mingle and socialize while waiting for the presentation to begin. This area was furnished with sofas, armchairs, and coffee tables, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

As the parents took their seats, the room fell silent, anticipation. The teacher's voice, clear and confident, would soon fill the space, addressing the esteemed gathering and sharing the accomplishments of their children.

Regina took her seat where parents were supposed to. The chairs were customized for special individuals with theirs being in the front.

Regina's name was also part of the people whose name were customized. Her seat was unfortunately right next to Britney Ednar's, Victoria's mother.

Britney Ednar, glared at Regina with a pinched face and a haughty expression, and sat to the right of Regina, her eyes narrowing into slits as she gazed at her. She seemed to radiate indignation, her very presence exuding a sense of superiority.

Britney's glare was obvious, her eyes flashing with disdain as she wondered how Regina had dared to sit next to her. The customized name tags on their chairs, "Britney Ednar" and "Regina Gray", seemed to mock her, implying that they were equals. But Britney knew better. Only the names of esteemed, high-society individuals were customized, not...not someone like Regina.

Britney's lips pursed, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled sharply. She couldn't believe the audacity of this...this...woman. She turned to her left, her eyes scanning the room for a teacher or someone in authority, her expression a silent plea for intervention.

With a subtle nod, Britney summoned a nearby teacher, her eyes never leaving Regina's face. The teacher, sensing the tension, made her way over, a questioning look on her face. Britney's gaze never wavered, her eyes locked on Regina with a mixture of disgust and superiority, as if to say, 'How dare you sit next to me? You filth.!'

" Yes, Mrs Ednar. Is there something you need help with?" The teacher asked nicely, of course, trying to gain her favor.

Everyone knew how powerful they were. Creating fondness with them was surely a huge win.

" This school has always been so graceful ever since it's existence, according to what I recall." She started to speak in a domineering tone and smirked so that woman could know her place. " WBut today, I've witnessed a huge taboo, and I must say, I'm quite unimpressed." She shook her head negatively.

" Ma'am please tell us is there anything you'd like to complain about?" The teacher asked uncomfortably.

Despite the prestigious reputation of Malevolent Academy, where the rich and powerful sent their children to be groomed for greatness, there existed a subtle undercurrent of resistance. Amidst the sea of privilege and entitlement, a few individuals from lower social grades had managed to gain admission, their presence a sign of their exceptional talents or circumstances.

These outliers, though few in number, possessed a quiet strength and determination that allowed them to navigate the treacherous waters of the academy without being intimidated by the elite. They were the ones who could stand up to the school's oppressive hierarchy.

Rumors swirled that the school's owner, a mysterious figure, was a high-ranking official with unparalleled influence and power. It was said that The Person bowed to no one, except perhaps the top thirty richest individuals in the world. This elite group was rumored to be the true power brokers, the ones who would not tolerate nonsense.

As a result, Britney Ednar's demeanor exuded an air of superiority, her every move calculated to assert her family's status. She was determined to prove that they belonged among the crème de la crème, and her husband's near-miss with the top thirty only strengthened her resolve.

Regina, with her unassuming presence and lack of obvious connections, was an affront to Britney's carefully constructed world. The fact that Regina's name was customized on the chair next to hers was a glaring anomaly, a mistake that needed to be rectified.

Britney's gaze lingered on Regina, her eyes flashing with disdain as she whispered to the teacher, "This...person shouldn't be here. There must have been some error. The school would never allow it."

The teacher, accustomed to the intricate social dynamics of the academy, nodded discreetly and began to investigate the matter, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of explanation. Meanwhile, Regina remained rather calm and composed. Her eyes stood unwavering to Britney's flaunt of power. Humph, mistake.

The corners of her lips raised slightly and she rested her back against the chair she was sitting. She had been bullied all her life, but she wouldn't ever allow it anymore.

The teacher turned to face Regina. She failed to recognize her at all. Her eyes narrowed and she pressed her lips into a thin line as if she'd caught an imposter.