The exam kicked off moments later. Samson and Myra prowled the rows like guards, while Abel kept watch from the security office through a wall of monitors.
With that level of oversight, cheating wasn't just dangerous—it was suicide.
The opening section covered Valtoria. When Myra slammed the test booklet onto my desk, she sneered. "I crafted this section personally.
"Don't beat yourself up when you bomb every question. Just hand in your blank paper and spare everyone the hassle."
"Ms. Green," Samson cut in, his tone razor-sharp. "This is a timed assessment. Don't interrupt the students."
Myra retreated awkwardly.
"Take your time," Samson whispered as he walked past my seat. "Review each question thoroughly. No need to rush."
I nodded briefly, but my pen was already racing, streaking across the answer sheet.
