TYSHA"Congrats on the success of your demo, Ma’am Tysha," my co-teacher, Rupert, said, handing me a simple bouquet of flowers. My eyes widened in surprise as I glanced in his direction, seeing his wide smile."What's this, Sir Rupert? There's no need for this," I said, feeling a bit shy as other teachers in the faculty room started to turn their heads toward us."That's for the success of your demo," Rupert reasoned out, his tone light with a hint of humor. "Don't you want it?"I smiled at his thoughtfulness. I had just finished my class demo for sixth-grade students, which happened to be Rupert's advisory class. And just as he said, it was a success."Thanks a lot. But you don't need to go to this effort next time. It must have cost you a lot," I said, feeling grateful but also concerned about the gesture's expense. However, he just shook his head."Don't worry about the price."We had been co-teachers for years now here at Mason Academy. I was hired and recruited by the owner slash
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