A well-dressed man walked into the high school. He strode down the empty, shadowed hallways filled with colorful posters. His heels clicked on the hard, cold, reflective tile, its sound echoing down the silent halls. He checked his classy, Rolex watch, and silently entered a classroom. A teacher sat at an oak desk littered with papers, grading essays and such. In the electrifying silence, the shadowy man cleared his throat. Startled, the woman's head snapped up to see what had caused the disturbance. Peering through her thick glasses, the woman stared at the man before her.
"Hello miss", he said,"I was wondering if you could inform me of a certain student."
The teacher looked at the questioner expectantly.
"Are you the one that called earlier..."
"Yes", the man hastily replied.
"Okay then", she began in a brisk, business-like tone,"Here are copies of all of her her papers, report cards, health check-ups, they're all here. Everything."
"Thank you. You have no idea how important this is to me."
"And the two grand?" The teacher held out her hand patiently.
"Here."
The man silently handed her an official-looking check and sauntered out of the classroom. Leafing through the various papers, he repeated in a low, stately murmur, "You have no idea..."
