Maeve was full of energy, playing at school until she was drenched in sweat. The teacher tidied up her clothes and little backpack, waiting for her parents to pick her up. Yet, she couldn't sit still, yanking open the backpack and pulling everything out, scattering them everywhere.
The teacher followed behind, picking things up, almost on the verge of tears, yet there was nothing she could do.
Who is President Ward? It was no easy feat for them to choose this kindergarten, mainly because of its good reputation and patient teachers.
Moreover—
Whenever he spoke, a casual donation would be in the millions.
The principal had to treat him like royalty.
What opinions could we, the ones following orders, possibly have?
When Caiden Ward arrived, a teacher had already packed Maeve's things once more, fearing she'd cause trouble again. She even dangled the little backpack on her own arm, personally holding Maeve to show affection.
In truth, this little girl was indeed quite endearing.
