My Teacher Is A Mafia Boss

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or students, I had a critical role to play in their academic success. The memory of last year's dismal math results lingered,

of this responsibility. The school's mandate was

be a manageable feat, but reality had quickly proved me wrong. The staff quarters seemed

rds. Every casual greeting from a colleague felt like an interrogation, every innocent question a potential trap. T

ntally replayed the investigation so far. My eyes narrowed, scrutinizing

elly. The dens of crime, the shadowy figures who pulled the strings – that's where I needed to go. Whoev

cago, to face whoever was responsible and bring them to justice. I turned away from the window, my

ion as I gazed out at the sea of privileged student

y composure. The thought of caning a student, no matter how deserving, was a daunt

to the sleek, modern design of the school building. "

y. By now, I'd be overseeing another... transaction, issui

as I thought of his passing. My heart s

rt sank. My phone was gone. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. I must have left it in the classroom. I spun around, textbooks cl

Shirley and another girl stood nose-to-nose, their eyes flashing with anger. The air was cha

hone. Initially, I had intended to remain impartial, but my curiosity got the better of me. Besides, as the form teacher, it was my duty to interv

lie, tell this bitch Cassie to steer clear from me, else I would make her

by my first name? In Italy, she wouldn't have dared to look me in the eye, let alone instruct me, Don Antoni

n curiosity. I followed her line of sight, and my instincts kicked in as I realized she was staring at the tattoo on my neck. I swiftly adjusted the

with indignation. "You don't even know what happened," she protested, her voice incredulous. I took another step forward, my eyes boring into h

ingernails on a chalkboard. Her expression remained unflappable, utterly unfazed by my autho

peak up, a smug tone dripping from her voice. "She's mad and throwing tantrums because Miles broke up with her and is

I asked, my tone incredulous. Cassie nodded, but before she could respo

oy was not surprising. I couldn't help but think back to my own youth, when I was around their age. I had worked tirelessly, focus

"Where's the lie? Everything I said is true," she said, turning to me. "You can ask the class." I raised an eyebrow, uninterested in the drama unfol

a mix of emotions. Cassie's grin was like a spark to gasoline, fueling Shirley's anger. "Like?... Oh, is it

he chaos she had unleashed. Meanwhile, Shirley's face was a picture of

you both have better things to channel your energy into than this petty squabble." I paused, my eyes scanning the r

t's Shirley who keeps attacking innocent me." I raised an eyebrow, skeptical

again, still smiling, while Shirley remained silent, her face a mask of fury. I'd made m

s, I turned and walked out of the c