System Revenge: From Trash Boy to Top Boss

Chapter 35

The silence in the woodhurst academy auditorium had been broken only by a ragged breath coming out of Brenda Harrow's throat, and she thought Dr Grayson would be the last to say it: "You are out here, Brenda. Effective immediately. "

While Brenda was still reeling from the slap on her face she finally spoke. This time, with a voice tinged with some kind of anger and doubt. 'You can't do this! ' she said, her eyes wandering around the room. 'I'm the principal! I have the power! '

Dr Grayson had the most frigid voice I've ever heard. "Not anymore, Brenda, because you lost your right to be head of this school.

She turned, then, to Mr. Abernathy, chairman of the board, who nodded grimly at his own motion. "The board is in favour of Dr Grayson's judgement, " he told her, his voice authoritative. "Ms. Harrow, you have been relieved of your duties as principal of Woodhurst Academy. "

Brenda's face crumpled. "But... but what about the school, what about my reputation? "

Grayson's eyes were filled with contempt. "You really should have thought about that, before you lashed out at the confidence of this community.

She turned to the two security guards waiting behind the doors. "Please send Ms Harrow away from the apartment. "

The guards pushed open their shields and stared at the people behind them, Brenda reeled out in flashes of panic. "No! Get away from me! I'm not going anywhere! "

But all her protests were doomed. The guards eased yet firmly pulled her by the arms in and out of the chamber, and as she was being escorted out, she turned to Damon, her eyes full of wrath.

"This isn't over Newton! " she yelled in a shrill, desperation voice. "Because you certainly won this fight, the war is only beginning. "

Guards waved her out of the auditorium, and her voice was heard echoing with terror in the sudden silence, and the public lay in silent attention as the door closed behind her.

Dr. Grayson rose from the table, her voice not fast but firm. "And we can go ahead with the disciplinary hearing now that that's settled.

She raised her eyes to the other teachers, Mr. Langley, Ms. Patel and Mrs. Ellis, sat down at the table as if in fear. "As for the rest of the teachers involved in this matter, " Dr. Grayson went on, "I have decided to suspend you from the classes in question pending further investigations.

She paused, her eyes sweeping over their faces. "Your actions have brought shame upon this institution, and you will be held accountable for your misconduct."

The teachers looked at each other in dismay, their faces etched with worry. They knew that their careers were on the line.

Dr. Grayson turned to Mr. Abernathy. "Mr. Chairman, I recommend that we appoint an interim principal to oversee the school while we conduct a thorough search for a permanent replacement."

Mr. Abernathy nodded in agreement. "I concur, Dr. Grayson. We will begin the search immediately."

Dr. Grayson turned to the audience, her voice filled with determination. "Now, let's address the matter at hand. Damon Newton, you have been falsely accused of cheating, operating an illegal business, and spreading false rumors."

She paused, her eyes meeting Damon's. "After reviewing the evidence and hearing the testimony, I have come to the conclusion that these charges are baseless and without merit."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the auditorium. The students, teachers, and staff members who had doubted Damon now felt a pang of guilt and remorse.

Dr. Grayson continued, her voice filled with admiration. "In fact, I believe that Damon Newton is a model student who has made significant contributions to this school."

She turned to Damon, her eyes filled with respect. "Damon, on behalf of Woodhurst Academy, I would like to publicly commend you for your courage, your integrity, and your unwavering commitment to justice."

The audience erupted in applause, their hands clapping enthusiastically. Damon stood and nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Dr. Grayson turned to Damon. "Damon, would you like to say a few words?"

Damon stepped forward, his voice calm and steady. "Thank you, Dr. Grayson. Thank you, Mr. Abernathy. And thank you to everyone who has supported me through this ordeal."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over the audience. "This wasn't just about me," he continued. "It was about standing up to people who abuse their power. It was about fighting for what's right, even when it's difficult."

He paused again, his voice filled with emotion. "I hope that this school can become a place where everyone is treated fairly, no matter where they come from. A place where students are judged on their merits, not on their backgrounds."

He paused once more, his voice filled with hope. "I believe that Woodhurst Academy can be that place. And I'm committed to doing everything I can to make it a reality."

The audience erupted in another round of applause, even louder than before. Damon had won their hearts and minds.

As the hearing adjourned, students began to approach Damon, offering their apologies and congratulations.

"Damon, I'm so sorry I ever doubted you," said Sarah, a student who had previously spread rumors about him. "I should have known better."

"Damon, you're a hero," said Kevin, a student who had initially been skeptical of his business. "You stood up to the bullies and won."

Damon smiled and shook their hands, accepting their apologies with grace and humility.

Felix approached Damon, a mischievous grin on his face. "Well, well, well," he teased, "look who's become a hero."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Don't start, Felix," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "I didn't do it for the fame."

"I know, I know," Felix said, his grin widening. "You did it for the justice. But you have to admit, it feels pretty good to be on the winning side."

Damon smiled. "It does feel good," he admitted. "But the fight's not over yet."

As Damon walked away from the auditorium, Felix handed him a folded note. "This was slipped into my hand just now," he said, his voice serious. "An anonymous message."

Damon took the note and unfolded it. His eyes narrowed as he read the message: "This was just the beginning. Watch your back."

Damon's jaw tightened. He knew that Brenda Harrow and her allies wouldn't give up easily. They would be plotting their revenge, waiting for an opportunity to strike back.

He folded the note and slipped it into his pocket, his eyes scanning the crowd. He was ready for whatever came next.