John didn’t have even a sliver of Bran’s backbone.He immediately burst into loud wailing sobs, crying out for his mom and dad.I sent a message to my contact, asking about Bran’s recent situation.The contact replied, saying my wife, Celina O’Neil and my younger brother, Andy, had already arranged for Bran’s direct admission—no need for exams, just to show up when the semester starts.Yet I had just heard John, Andy's son, siding with outsiders to bully my son Bran. I asked coldly, “This is how you handle logistical support? Expect a formal complaint to headquarters.”After hanging up, I grabbed John by the collar and slapped him twice across the face.“Why did you tear up Bran’s admission letter?” I demanded.Snot and tears smeared his face as he stammered, “He scored over 600 points more than I did! I was humiliated, okay? I just wanted to vent!”Just then, a bright red Porsche pulled up at the school gates.John shouted excitedly, “Mom! Mom, help me! This lunatic just at
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