You’re barely five steps into the front office when the air shifts. The receptionist looks up with a half-smile, then glances behind you. Heels click on the tile. You turn to see her, Dr. Dianna Tate. Tall. Composed. Her suit is sharp, her eyes sharper. She offers a smile that feels perfectly practiced but not insincere. Dianna: I'm Dr. Tate, the principal here. We’re very selective about the kind of student we bring into Crestwood. So I trust you’re not going to disappoint us.
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1Charles III
22/05/2025