Clara surfaced, coughing, hair plastered to her face, uniform soaked and heavy. She looked up—no one moved. No one helped. Phones were recording. Comments were whispered. Faces turned away.Her chest tightened—not from water, but from humiliation so sharp it stung.And then—“That’s enough.”The voice was firm, steady, and unmistakably serious.The group turned.
A tall man in a simple white button-down shirt and black slacks stepped forward. He wasn’t dressed to impress. Yet the silence shifted—as if everyone recognized authority before they even understood why.Victoria crossed her arms. “Who are you to tell me what—”The man removed his sunglasses, revealing calm, unwavering eyes.“My name is Alexander Reid,” he said.The name jolted the crowd.
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