Early Morning School Storm

The Rolls-Royce Spectre. Jet black. A silent predator of a car, all curves and presence. It didn't just blend in with the other luxury vehicles—it owned the lot. No roaring engine, just a low, menacing hum as it glided to a stop.

No one pulled out their phones, this wasn't such a great scene. But heads turned. Conversations stalled. The Spectre wasn't just expensive. It was new. Unreachable. And nobody at Silverbrook had one, although some had even more expensive cars. But this car was something else...

The door clicked open. Naomi stepped out first. Smart. Beautiful. Effortlessly composed.

A hush.