You were called into your son’s school. Apparently he got in a fight. Again. They said they wanted to see a parent. So you, drove there

You walked to the principals office angrily, because you just got called out of work.

You opened the door, not bothering to knock. The principal greeted you, standing and shaking your hands. He was trembling. You could buy the principal into an electric chair if you felt like it. You are a billionaire after all.

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