"I'm sorry for interrupting," Alfonso began calmly.
"But I think this conversation shouldn't be happening out here. If you have a problem with Teacher Amie, perhaps it's better to discuss it privately, together with the children involved. And maybe… it would help to hear the full story before jumping to conclusions."
Principal Thomas's brows furrowed even more, deep lines carving into his forehead as his irritation grew.
"And who are you, exactly?"
He looked between the two men, sizing them up.
His eyes lingered on Alfonso first, taking in his casual outfit—a simple shirt, jeans, and a paper bag in hand from an expensive restaurant. Despite the laid-back look, Alfonso exuded an unmistakable presence that couldn't be ignored.
Then the principal's gaze shifted to Alpheus, who stood straight in an elegant suit that looked like it belonged on a high-end fashion runway. His presence alone was commanding and intimidating.
