I wanted to tell them that I had been in the MIT Early Admission Program, had long since graduated, and was already working. This trip home was only a family visit; I would soon be returning to work.
But my job was classified—so sensitive that I couldn’t even mention it.
And frankly, I was too lazy to explain.
Richard slammed the table again. “Still daring to talk back? I’ve decided—tomorrow you’ll report to St. Augustine Academy!”
So they wanted to send me back to school for a do-over?
If I remembered correctly, the year I graduated from MIT, I had already come to St. Augustine Academy to give guidance.
I really wanted to see Principal Harris’s expression when he saw me enrolled as a student at his school.
Just then, guests arrived.
It was a family of three. The middle-aged couple looked wealthy and dignified.
With them was a man about Sophia’s age—handsome, but with sunken eyes and a pale face.
He looked like someone hollowed out by indulgence.
