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Because the moment George thought about what he was about to do next, the excitement was impossible to contain. 

George stood there with petals in his hair, shaking his head and grinning. “You’re so picky. The only girl on our team took the flower I gave her, no complaints. 

“Since you don’t want it, I’ll just pick another one and give it to someone else.” 

“You have someone else to give flowers to?” Toby eyed the shredded pink rose with disdain and scoffed. “Besides the other freaks in your little crew, who would actually accept flowers from you?” 

“Oh, someone will.” George radiated confidence. “There’s one person who’d take anything I gave her. Guaranteed.” 

George didn’t waste time. He tossed one last cryptic remark at Toby, then went off to find a pair of shears. Not the delicate kind for trimming stems. Full-size garden shears, the kind with blades so sharp they caught the light. 

He carried them into the school garden, strolling along without a care in the world. 

His approach to flower arrangement was simple. If he liked it, it stayed. If he didn’t, snip. 

The sound of blades opening and closing echoed through the garden. Petals scattered across the ground. 

He looked down. Gave them a sniff. 

Good enough. 

Raymond was abroad when the call came in from back home. He glanced at the caller ID, frowned, but answered anyway. 

He put it on speaker and tossed the phone next to his suitcase, still packing for his flight home. 

“Boss! Long time no see.” 

The voice on the other end was far too eager, buzzing with a strange, giddy energy. 

“Wanna know what we’ve been up to?” 

Raymond kept folding clothes, his tone flat. “Last I heard, you were planning a kidnapping. What is it now? A school? Honestly, even if you blew up an entire campus, it’s got nothing to do with me. Stop calling. I’m not going back to being a terrorist. I just want to go home.” 

His line of work wasn’t exactly above board. But he drew the line at doing it in front of his family. 

Because knowing and seeing were two different things. 

If you knew someone had killed people but they’d always been decent to you, your brain smoothed it over. Made it manageable. Not that scary. 

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But watching it happen with your own eyes? That was a different animal entirely. The sheer impact of it triggered something primal. Fear. Trauma. The kind that didn’t fade. 

That was way too easy to scar a kid with. 

And so far. Raymond was perfectly happy with how things were at home. 

He had no intention of shattering his mild-mannered corporate pushover image in front of the children. 

By children, he specifically meant Maya. 

“But it’s gonna be so good!” The man on the other end wouldn’t let up. “We can wait for you to get back before we move.” 

His voice turned careful, almost fawning. “We were actually planning to go today, but if you’re coming, we’d totally adjust the schedule for you.” 

Raymond, as the former leader of the organization, wasn’t exactly beloved by his subordinates. 

He had zero sympathy for the people under him. Used them and tossed them. Plenty of people resented him behind closed doors. 

On the surface, everyone knew where the line was, and nobody had ever truly crossed him. 

The reason this particular guy kept calling was simpler. He was a die-hard Raymond fanboy. 

“No.” Raymond’s refusal didn’t budge. He hung up. “I’m not going back to the old life.” 

He finished packing, grabbed his suitcase, and stepped into the hotel elevator. 

He stood there watching his own reflection in the polished metal doors, and it hit him. That thing he’d mentioned offhand just now. The school thing. 

He’d never actually bothered to ask which school they were planning to hit. 

Whatever. It probably didn’t matter. 

Another Monday. The weather was gorgeous. Sunlight angled in through the classroom windows, pooling in warm patches on the floor, and Maya lay draped across her desk, half-melted by the heat. 

The teacher still hadn’t shown up for class. 

At first, the room stayed quiet. These kids were trained to follow the rules, whether or not an adult was watching. 

But ten minutes passed. Still no teacher. 

Whispers started. 

“You think something happened to her?” someone asked under their breath. 

“Maybe she’s hungover?” 

“No way. With what this school pays? You’d have to be insane to show up drunk.” 

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Finished 

“Overslept then.” 

“Could be traffic?” 

“At this hour? Traffic where?” 

“So… does that mean we can go play?” 

Someone said it. And the excitement in their voice was impossible to hide. 

As long as the teacher wasn’t around, the administration certainly wasn’t going to bother policing a bunch of trust-fund kids and making trouble for themselves. 

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