"Ma'am, you're suspected of disturbing public order. Come with us."
Hundreds—thousands—of cameras aimed at me.
Dad pulled Chloe protectively behind him, a trace of smugness flickering at the corner of his eye.
Of course. The "medical authority" who'd held power for so long had once again chosen righteousness over family—all to champion a child from poverty.
How noble.
Dad basked in applause and praise.
My heart sank into the abyss.
Within hours, the video of my arrest would flood the internet.
My future was over.
Three days later, the moment I stepped out of the precinct, I heard whispers.
"Hey, isn't that Director Gilbert's daughter? The one who demanded special treatment from her own father—that ungrateful brat?"
"That's her! They say she scored forty-something points higher than that Chloe girl and tried to force Director Gilbert to let her in. He rejected her outright. She claims she outscored Chloe—who knows if the grader just inflated her scores because of her father's reputation?"
"Must be! Why else would Director Gilbert refuse her? He even wrote 'never hire' next to her name. Honestly, he spared her some dignity—there's more he could've said, but she has no shame!"