The news of a major infraction, even if it didn''t end up on a student''s permanent record, was enough to leave asting stain on their life.
Today''s drama about the documents was a load of nonsense anyway.
How could Mr. Calvin stoop so low as to threaten and wrongly use a student just to make things tough for him?!
Zane''s face turned a deep shade of anger, remembering the students and teachers he''d inadvertently driven away over the past couple of years.
So, the document leak was never the real issue here.
Zane, trembling with fury, opened his mouth to speak.
Mirabe nced at Zane before shifting her gaze back to Mr. Calvin. Her calm face remainedposed, "I never took your documents. Why should I admit to something I didn''t do?"
Mr. Calvin scoffed, "So, you and your teacher decided to stick to your story till the bitter end?"
Mirabe smirked, "Are you admitting the leak was your fault and now you''re looking for a scapegoat?"
From their exchange, it was clear there was more to the story.
Where had Zane crossed paths with Mr. Calvin?
Mr. Calvin''s brows furrowed at Mirabe''s direct and cheeky remark, "You taking the documents is something I saw with my own eyes."
Hearing this, Mirabe''s excellent memory kicked in. She recalled the day Zane handed her the documents, and Mr. Calvin hade looking for Zane for some reason.
Nodding, Mirabe said, "In front of you, I took important documents from the department and then leaked them... Hmm, Mr. Calvin, you''re really giving Mr. Zane and me way too much credit."
At this, Zane, who was still seething, felt his frustration melt away a bit. He looked up at Mirabe.
Mirabe was a real firecracker.
Mr. Calvin, catching the sarcasm in her words, grimaced, "Having a student like you in the school is indeed unfortunate."
Mirabe just smiled slightly, ncing at the journal in Mr. Calvin''s hand, "So, do you have any other solid evidence that my teacher and I took your documents and leaked them?"
Mr. Calvin stared coldly at Mirabe.
Half an hour ago, he''d seen an article in a schrly journal that was eerily simr to his tampered document. So, he''d checked the hallway surveince and confirmed that during that time, aside from Zane, no other teachers had been there.
Given he''d seen both Zane and Mirabe handling a man envelope, both looking guilty and afraid of being spotted, his anger had red, leading him to confront them directly.
So, when Mirabe asked him for more evidence, he really had none.
Seeing Mr. Calvin silent, Mirabe raised an eyebrow, her voice light, "Looks like you don''t have any more evidence, Mr. Calvin." She paused, then turned to Zane, "Teacher, I think we''re done here."
Zane, snapping back to reality, thought for a few seconds, muttered "Wait here," and hurried out of the office.
His office was just down the hall from Mr. Calvin''s, so in less than two minutes, he returned, holding a man envelope.
"Mr. Calvin, this is the document you saw me with that day, the same one I showed to my student. I just haven''t put it back yet. You can take a look." Zane said, extending the man envelope towards Mr. Calvin.
Mr. Calvin didn''t take it. He stared at Zane for a long moment. Just as he was about to speak, someone walked into the room, causing him to halt and turn towards the neer.