System Revenge: From Trash Boy to Top Boss

Chapter 34

The Woodhurst Academy auditorium was a whirlwind of accusations and denials. Brenda Harrow, her face a mask of fury and humiliation, screamed over the rising din, "This is a setup! All of it! Newton orchestrated this!"

As Dr. Grayson coolly presented evidence of Brenda's financial improprieties and the other teachers' ethical lapses, Damon stood silently, watching the scene unfold. His mind, however, drifted back to the weeks leading up to this moment, to the meticulous planning and strategic maneuvering that had brought him here.

**(Flashback)**

*Weeks Earlier*

Damon sat in his Master bedroom, the glow of his laptop illuminating his face. Felix paced back and forth, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Are you sure about this, Mr.Newton?" Felix asked, his voice laced with worry. "Going up against the entire administration? It's risky."

Damon's fingers danced across the keyboard as he accessed the Wealth Generation System. "I don't have a choice, Felix, also call me Damon from now on, Mr. Newton sounds so formal" he said, his voice firm. " anywhere, they're trying to destroy me. I have to fight back."

He initiated the process of liquidating a portion of his assets. Numbers flashed across the screen as stocks were sold, bonds were cashed in, and investments were converted into liquid funds.

"Eight point seven million dollars," Damon announced, his eyes fixed on the screen. "That should be enough."

Felix stopped pacing, his eyes wide with surprise. "Eight point seven million? What are you going to do with that kind of money?"

Damon closed his laptop, turning to Felix with a determined look. "I'm going to invest it in the school, Felix. I'm going to make Woodhurst Academy an offer they can't refuse."

*A few days later*

Damon sat in a dimly lit room, surrounded by portraits of stern-faced benefactors. He was meeting with Mr. Abernathy, a senior member of the school's board of trustees.

"Mr. Newton," Abernathy said, his voice cautious, "I must admit, I was surprised by your request. A meeting with the board, on such short notice?"

Damon leaned forward, his voice earnest. "Mr. Abernathy, I have a proposal that I believe will benefit Woodhurst Academy for years to come."

He laid out his plan: a significant donation to the school's development fund, earmarked for scholarships, new facilities, and academic programs.

Abernathy's eyes widened with interest. "Eight point seven million dollars, you say? That's… a very generous offer, Mr. Newton."

Damon nodded. "I believe in this school, Mr. Abernathy. I believe in its potential. But I also believe that it needs to change. It needs to become more inclusive, more equitable, and more focused on the needs of its students."

Abernathy stroked his chin, his eyes thoughtful. "And what do you want in return, Mr. Newton?"

Damon's voice was firm. "I want the board's support. I want your assurance that you will stand by me if I face opposition from the administration."

Abernathy hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. "You have our support, Mr. Newton. We believe in your vision for Woodhurst Academy."

*The following week*

Damon sat in a coffee shop, meeting with Mr. Howard, the renowned lawyer Felix had recommended.

"Mr. Newton," Howard said, his voice sharp and professional, "Felix tells me you have a… delicate situation."

Damon nodded, laying out the details of Brenda Harrow's campaign against him, the fabricated charges, and the biased disciplinary hearing.

Howard listened intently, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "And you want me to represent you at the hearing? To expose their corruption and clear your name?"

Damon nodded. "I want justice, Mr. Howard. And I want to make sure that Brenda Harrow and her cronies are held accountable for their actions."

Howard smiled, a glint of steel in his eyes. "I like your style, Mr. Newton. I'll take your case. But I'll need your full cooperation. I'll need access to all your information, all your contacts, and all your resources."

Damon nodded. "You'll have everything you need, Mr. Howard. Just make sure they don't get away with this."

**(End Flashback)**

Back in the auditorium, Dr. Grayson addressed the stunned crowd, her voice ringing with authority. "I have here documentation confirming Mr. Newton's significant investment in the school," she announced. "Thanks to his generosity, Woodhurst Academy will be able to provide more scholarships, build new facilities, and enhance its academic programs."

A murmur of astonishment rippled through the audience. Students whispered, teachers gasped, and staff members looked at each other in disbelief.

Dr. Grayson continued, her voice filled with admiration. "Mr. Newton is a model student who embodies the values of this institution. He is intelligent, compassionate, and dedicated to making a difference in the world."

Brenda Harrow, her face contorted with rage, could no longer contain herself. She leaped to her feet, pointing a trembling finger at Damon.

"He's a fraud!" she screamed, her voice shrill and hysterical. "A charity case! He doesn't belong here! He bought his way in! He's nothing but a con artist!"

She spoke with one voice, harsh with anger and despair, pulverizing her words in the air, shaking her face in shock, disgust ringing through her eyes.

Damon wasn't able to sound an euphemism as he stood there watching Brenda, the carefully constructed mask that made her powerful and authoritative suddenly crumble before his eyes.

After Brenda exploded with vicious tirades she soared to fever pitch, "He is using you all! He is manipulating you! He is trying to rule the school! Don't you see what he is doing?

She turned to look at the audience and her eyes were begging again, "He's not one of us! He's just a... a commoner! He cannot understand our traditions, our values, our way of life! "

Dr. Grayson, her face plastered with a plaster of disgust, rose to speak. "All right, Brenda, " she said coldly and furiously, "you've embarrassed yourself enough. "

Brenda ignored her muting her grumbling "He's trying to annihilate everything that we've cranked here! He's trying to make Woodhurst Academy some sort of... of socialist utopia! "

She lunged at Damon, her hand clenched, ready to throw it at him, but before she could reach him Dr. Grayson held out his hand.

With a swift, decisive attack Dr. Grayson slapbed Brenda across the face, the sound reverberating through the auditorium, obscuring the throng.

When Brenda stepped back to her seat, the hand she held flung over her cheek, wide-eyed and amazed, in an auditorium that was silent and filled with tension.

She stood over Brenda, her face colder than that of the other patients. "You are done here, Brenda, " Grayson said earnestly. "Effective as soon as possible. "

Brenda gasped, her body shaking with fury and disbelief, opening her mouth to speak but nobody could hear her.

And Dr. Grayson put her arms around her neck and spattered her lips. "This hearing has been adjourned, " she said finally, "and further proceedings will be taken against those who have engaged in misconduct and abuse of power. "

She turned back to Brenda, her eyes fiercely frowning. "You've been let go, Ms. Harrow. It's your fault you've been sent home. So gather your things and leave now.

Brenda sat there shaking, completely devoid of authority. She peered around the hall, looking for support and guidance - looking everywhere only for faces that were disgusted and condemning.