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She knows she won’t get anywhere arguing with me, so it’s really a moot point. We walk another dozen or so blocks until we get to her school. Zeus’ Academy for the Gifted. It is a private institution that caters to extremely gifted children, be it academic or artistic. Maddie has already exceeded all expectations anyone has ever had for her. She is only 7 but is in her seventh-grade year. My beautiful, kind, caring daughter is a literal genius, and I will do everything within my power to keep her in this school. Yes, it is very, very expensive, but Maddie is worth all the sacrifices I have to make to afford this education.

He called out to Katya, who was gathering the kids’ things by the front door. “Katya, let's get the kids enrolled at Riverview Academy. It's the best school in town, and Sergei already goes there, so they’ll fit right in,” Aiden suggested as he ushered the kids into the car. Katya nodded in agreement. “Good choice. They’ll love it there.”

When a harmless prank spirals out of control and infuriates her parents more than she ever thought possible, Eva Carmichael must adjust to her new life in the elite Syndicate Academy, while also going toe-to-toe with the principal who hates her. — The Syndicate or Swiss Academy, to the outside world is an elite school for the children of the rich. But inside, it's an Academy intent to straighten (discipline) the spoilt, hot-headed heirs of the leading Mafia families in the world.

Sterling winks at her, and the whole room erupts in laughter before we finally head out. The school is only a 45-minute drive away. Fleming Academy, an elite institution for the best of the best. As we pull up, I can’t help but nod in approval. It’s unique—sprawling grounds, modern architecture, and an air of exclusivity that matches its reputation. I hope they treat the kids well, just like their old school in New York. They should—especially with my dad being one of the school’s major sponsors. I take them to their class, meeting their teacher, Ms. Whitman, who greets me warmly. “Ms. Montgomery, welcome! It’s a pleasure to have your children with us.” She recognizes me right away, of cours

Sara replied with a sigh of reluctance, "I know you're right. I guess we need to think about where they can go next." "There's a private school not far from here," I told her, "Brighten Day, I think it's called. I've heard good things. Teddy worked on their security system, and he says it's top notch." Being in the family tended to be a mixed blessing. On the one hand, you might have to pull your kids out of school. On the other hand, you tended to have the inside information on where to go next. "What about their academic programs?" Sara asked me, worriedly playing with a lock of her hair. "I don't want them to fall behind in their studies just because some jerk decided to out us!"

he answers me, not giving me his full attention, but I wanted him to look at me, I poked his thigh over and over again until he looked at me with a frown on his face, but I ignored it. "Papa, what academy would I go to?" I ask him, I knew the answer but I wasn't sure about it, I wanted to hear it from him. "Dom&Little Academy, of course," he says, I heard a lot of that academy, it's one of the most famous ones, it's not the one my parents went to, but it's a very known one. "Would I be too far away from home?" I ask him, I don't want to be too far away from them.

I bring it out and on the screen is a notification from Andre’s school. ‘Dear Mr. Stewart, this is a reminder that New Dimension Academy’s kids BOOTCAMP is in Five days time. Please we explore you to make the necessary preparations for your kids as a parents - kids BOOTCAMP.’

“You know I can’t be here alone right now… especially with everything I’m feeling.” Susie sighed. “My parents got invited to this big royal charity gala thing. They insisted I come along. You know how they are.” I remembered then — Susie’s family moved in completely different circles. Galas, high-society events, private jets. Of course. “Oh… I see,” I said softly. “Alright then. Catch you later.” “I wish I was with you today,” she said, sounding genuinely sorry. “But my parents had other plans. Anyway, be strong today, okay? You’ve got this.”

“I trust you. Let’s just go see them first.” Our first stop was Westfield Academy, the closest school to home and, in my opinion, the strongest academically out of the three options. The admissions office was immaculate and formal, the kind of space designed to make parents feel the school took itself very seriously. Mr. Sayer, the admissions director, was a thin man dressed in an expensive suit tailored just a little too sharply. He opened Luca’s file and spent a long moment reading through it in silence. “I notice there’s no parent present,” he finally said.