At dusk, the school board’s conference room was silent. Other than some representatives, the only faculty members who had arrived on time were Sydney and Ingmar. Everyone else was absent, for some reason.
The empty seats added to the suffocating atmosphere of the room. After the representatives of the school board of directors finished reading the report, they sank into silence.
After a long time, the old housekeeper took off his monocle. He had thought for a long while, but still could not help but sigh. "The principal had restrained himself for so long. Is he finally going to act against the school board?"
"Do you still need to ask? He’d been determined to do so ever since he acted on his own accord and expelled the concertmaster we’ve chosen. But the question is, must we keep enduring it?"
"We must treat it carefully and not fall into his trap."