MY BULLY PRESIDENT
The atmosphere in the Presidential Suite had shifted from a fortress of secrets to a command center of a new era. The morning sun hit the obsidian desk, illuminating a small, crystalline drive that pulsed with a steady, rhythmic blue light.
Lucian stood by the window, his back to the room. He had already dressed for the day, his silhouette sharp and imposing against the glass. Without turning, he spoke. "For years, the Beaumonts have held the 'Master Key.' It’s a series of root-level administrative override codes that control every aspect of the Academy—the surveillance, the finances, the life-support in the dorms."