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Vincent entered the principal's office with an air of purpose, his gaze locked on Mr. Surajo. The principal regarded him with a professional demeanour, waiting for Vincent to state his reason for being there. Vincent intended to present himself as a concerned relation, a concerned parent perhaps, rather than a confrontational figure.

"Good morning, Mr. Surajo," Vincent greeted, his tone polite and composed.

"Good morning," the principal replied with a nod. "How can I help you?"

Vincent took a moment, his gaze shifting to the desk momentarily before returning to the principal's eyes. He needed to make this appear genuine. "I'm here on behalf of my nephew, who happens to be in the same class as one of your teachers, Ms. Watson."

Mr. Surajo's eyebrows raised slightly, his interest piqued. "I see. Is there something you'd like to discuss about Ms. Watson's class?"

Vincent paused for a dramatic effect, letting the implication of his words linger in the air. "Yes, there is indeed something