Emma Argues With Principal Figgins Novels & Stories

When they saw Caleb, their eyes opened slightly wider, but they quickly moved their sight away and stared right at Ember instead. “Don’t worry, Principal Ember. We’re all reasonable people here. As long as you give us the evidence, we’ll leave immediately. There’s no need for us to fight.” Caleb frowned as he heard their arrogant words. He wasn’t sure what was happening, and he asked, “What evidence?” Ember didn’t answer him, but she simply smiled when she looked at the people that appeared. “Donelle asked you to see me? She must be in quite a panic.”

“Emma, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to carry this burden. Come home.” Vivienne stepped in front of Emma, her dagger raised. “It’s a trick. Don’t listen to it.” “It’s not real,” Callan added, their voice steady. “The force is exploiting your memories. Reject it.” Emma hesitated, the figure’s face a perfect mirror of her mother’s. “But what if—” “No,” Vivienne snapped, her tone cutting through the doubt. “It’s not her. Focus, Emma.” With a deep breath, Emma raised the key. Its light flared, piercing the mist and dissolving the figure into smoke. The whispers faded momentarily, but the mist remained.

"Is it true you're in financial trouble?" "Why did you keep Mikel from his kid for five years?" Each question was like a blow, trying to make me look guilty no matter what. I just stayed quiet, head up, refusing to give them what they wanted. The principal met us inside right away. "Ms. Romano, Emma's fine in my office. She's a little worried about the cameras, but she's okay." "Thanks a million for keeping her safe." "Of course. The woman sounded super convincing. She knew Emma's full name, her teacher's name, even things about her time in the hospital. If we didn't double-check..."

Dominic’s POV Nobody argues with me. That should have been my first warning. Usually, when I make a decision while angry, Marcus argues. Emma argues. Mrs. Kowalski definitely argues. This time, nobody says a word. Emma rises from her chair and walks toward me. Her hand slides into mine. “Don’t go there looking for a fight.” I look at her. “I’m not.” She raises an eyebrow. We both know that’s a lie. “Dominic.”

“We have this. Together.” The boardroom was tense. Richard sat smugly at the head. Sarah beside him. Ava presented her case with fierce precision. Numbers. Timelines. Evidence of sabotage. Damon waited outside but his legal team supported her fully. The debate raged. Richard countered with the new statement. Accusations flew. Voices rose. Then Emma walked in. Unexpected. She stood beside Ava. “This is personal,” she said clearly. “My father is attacking my best friend and my brother out of spite. The campaign has been successful because of Ava’s work. Not because of anything else. I support her. Fully.”