The school corridors were unusually quiet.
Adam dressed as a sweeper, and Freddie, disguised as a teacher, stood watch. Their eyes swept the hallway again and again, searching for anything out of place.
Hours slipped by.
Not a single sign of trouble. No movement from their teams.
No alarm.
Just silence.
Adam leaned against his broom, restless. Freddie checked the time, frowning. They exchanged a glance...
Had all this planning been for nothing?
Then, footsteps echoed. The principal stepped out of his office with a cheerful smile. Freddie furrowed his brow and quickly walked toward him, speaking in a low voice.
"What happened? Why did you come out?"
The principal nodded, still smiling.
"Sorry, Mr., but today an important person is also coming."
Freddie's eyes narrowed slightly. He leaned in closer. "
Who is coming, by the way?"
The principal gave a light chuckle. "It's just a generous man who wants to donate a huge sum of money to our school."
Freddie's expression stiffened.
A donation?
Now?
"Donation?" he repeated, eyes locked on the principal.
"Yes," the man said again, "It's just a generous man who wants to donate a huge sum of money to our school."
Freddie folded his arms. "Who is he? Any business executive?"
The principal hesitated, briefly glancing away before replying, "Um... No, he's not a famous businessman. He has a small garment, right here."
Freddie's brows pulled together.
A small garment business?
He tapped his foot, thinking. Before he could respond, the principal added casually, "Lane, I mean our English teacher, managed this. Lane found that man for us."
Freddie's suspicion deepened. The English teacher's role in this donation didn't sit right with him. Before he could voice his concerns, a sleek black car pulled up at the school gate.
The principal's face lit up. "He comes, Mr.," he said with visible excitement.
"I'm going to receive him. You guys please do your work," he added quickly, hurrying away.
But just as he reached the door, he turned back, his expression shifting to one of guilt and worry.
"Just remember one thing—please save us. Because of the plan, I endanger our students," he said, his voice low and his face clouded with regret.
Freddie and Adam exchanged a look, both alert.
At the gate, a tall man stepped out of the car. He wore a sharp black suit, a matching coat, and sunglasses that masked most of his face. He moved with confidence, an air of elegance surrounding him.
Freddie watched him closely. The man looked important, but something felt off. Still, Freddie didn't linger. He had a mission.
He turned and walked toward his classroom, slipping back into his role.
Adam stayed by the corridor, broom in hand, his stance relaxed but his eyes sharp. Every student, every adult passing by... he noticed them all.
The principal walked alongside the mysterious guest, their quiet conversation drawing Adam's attention. The man.... tall, well-groomed, and strikingly handsome... carried himself like someone used to power. Adam's eyes followed them as they disappeared inside the building.
Inside the school, the two disguised agents resumed their surveillance. Freddie sat at the desk in his classroom, blending in perfectly. Adam swept the floor with deliberate slowness, scanning every hallway and corner.
The principal led the visitor to his office and shut the door behind them.
"Sir, I am so pleased to meet you."
"Mr. Liam, it's my pleasure that you are coming to my school," the principal said warmly.
Liam gave a faint smile, crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair.
"It's nothing, sir. I'll be glad if I can help this school."
He reached for a suitcase, placed it on the table, and clicked it open.
Inside were neat stacks of cash... row after row of crisp bills.
"It's just a small gift from me, sir. I hope this school goes so far," Liam said, his tone calm but generous.
The principal's eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the stacks of money. Surprise quickly turned into joy as he smiled gratefully.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Liam," he said, voice full of emotion.
They shook hands, sealing the unexpected partnership with a firm grip. Liam, still composed, changed the mood to something more businesslike.
"We need to sign some documents here. Please sign them."
He pulled out a set of papers and slid them across the table. The principal took them eagerly. As he flipped through the pages, the terms became clear... Liam, referred to as Party A, had committed to providing annual donations to the school.
Relief and excitement washed over the principal. His hands barely trembled as he signed each page. To him, this was more than just money—it was security, opportunity, and hope for the school's future.
Once the final signature was in place, Liam nodded with quiet satisfaction.
"Thank you for your cooperation, sir. I believe this partnership will be mutually beneficial."
The principal beamed, still caught in the glow of good fortune.
"Indeed, Mr. Liam. This will make a tremendous difference for our students and the school as a whole."
With the documents signed and secured, Liam pushed the suitcase of money toward the principal. The principal's eyes stayed fixed on it, still in awe of how quickly things had changed. Gratitude filled the air.
Liam, calm and deliberate, spoke up. "Sir, can I talk to Mr. Lane?"
"Of course you can," the principal said warmly. "He must be in his class."
"Wait, let me call him here," he added, motioning for a nearby staff member. Within minutes, Mr. Lane walked into the office, wearing a broad smile.
"Mr. Liam, you're here," Lane greeted, extending his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Lane," Liam replied, standing to shake hands.
The principal, noticing their familiarity, offered, "Sir, can I show you around the school?"
"Sure, Mr. Liam," he added, turning to Lane. "Mr. Lane, please escort him."
Liam and Lane exchanged a quick look, subtle smiles tugging at their lips. Then they walked out, strolling through the school corridors with the principal close behind at first, then letting them move ahead.
As they passed classrooms and quiet hallways, Liam studied the surroundings with a sharp gaze. He spoke casually with Lane, asking about the students, teachers, and overall school environment.
Lane answered everything with ease, his voice laced with pride for the school.
They slowed as they reached a more secluded part of the building. Liam glanced around, then took a deep breath, his eyes scanning everything. The school grounds were calm, unaware of the secret unfolding.
"Everything is okay, right?" Liam asked in a low, steady voice.
"Yes, Mr. Liam," Lane replied, just as quietly. A tension sat between them, quiet but heavy.
Liam pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled slowly. Smoke curled into the still air, drifting lazily above them.
"The drugs are inside the suitcase," Liam said, his tone flat and unshaken.
Lane nodded. "The money will be in the same spot."
The truth hung in the air... the respected English teacher wasn't just teaching grammar... he was deeply tied to something far more dangerous.