Vonjo's pen scratched lazily across the thick parchment, the sound quiet yet somehow echoing in the cavernous silence of the principal's office.
The principal, a tall, wiry man with spectacles perched low on the bridge of his nose, sat across from him, hands folded neatly on the desk.
His posture radiated discipline, yet his tone never lost its respectful, almost careful edge—like one speaking to someone they couldn't afford to offend, even if that someone sat slouched in the chair with all the urgency of a cat napping in the sun.
"Here," the principal said, sliding the next set of documents forward. "This is the standard faculty agreement for special appointment staff. Please read the clauses on confidentiality and disciplinary protocol."
