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The power of persuasion
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2021-04-14 07:48:29Taran
They told Tru to pack her things. I know this is my fault. I need to find some way to keep her here. We will likely need to go back to her home, but there are a few things we need to do here first.
I approach the woman that spoke to Tru. “Excuse me, but I wanted to ask to reconsider sending Tru home. She hasn’t done anything.”
The woman gives me a stern look, “I’m not sure who you are or what the relationship between you and Miss Valcoas is, but the decision is final. Her scholarship got revoked, she’s caused damage to the hotel property, and she spent the night in a room not her own.”
“Her room was broken into by another of your pupils. The hotel is not blaming Tru, and neither should you. She stayed in another room last night because she didn’t feel safe in her old one. Tru did nothing but end a relationship with a boy after he threatened her. Why should she be punished?”
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