Chapter 23: She Called the Lawyer
Chapter 23: She Called the Lawyer
The math teacher slapped the stack of exam papers down onto her desk with a sharp thud. Her face was tight, her voice colder than steel.
“I can’t tell if some students are fearless… or just plain foolish. Or maybe they think the entire school is foolish too.”
She didn’t name names, but everyone in the room knew exactly who she meant.
“The school gave you the benefit of the doubt. We didn’t make your cheating public. But it seems you are eager to make it everyone’s business.”
Cheating? Elira raised her head slowly, her voice flat and calm. “Are you talking about me?”
There was no anger in her eyes. No emotion at all. But for anyone who really knew her, that look meant one thing:
> The calmer Elira looked… the more dangerous she was.
“Is there another cheater in this class?” the teacher snapped.
“Do you have any evidence?” Elira asked.
The teacher scoffed. “Evidence? I’ve been teaching for years. I’ve seen all types of cheating. But this—this is a first.”
She tapped Elira’s paper like it was a confession.
“You had the nerve to cheat and then challenge a teacher in front of the class? You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Maybe if you used that courage for studying, your grades wouldn’t be so low.”
She leaned in with a mocking tone. “Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t even know how to copy answers properly. But you did a neat job.”
Then her voice darkened. “You’re a girl. You should be learning good things. But here you are, learning lies and tricks. Quiet on the outside, but bold in all the wrong ways. I really didn’t expect this from you.”
Still, Elira didn’t blink. “So… you still don’t have proof?”
That reply made the teacher's voice tremble with fury.
“You really think someone who got five points in the last exam could suddenly get a perfect score?”
She turned to the class. “Ask your classmates! Do any of you believe this girl didn’t cheat?”
Then she turned back to Elira. “Explain the last question. Benjamin Moore from Class 1 only answered half of it. But you got every part right? Are you saying you’re better than Benjamin now?”
Elira’s tone didn’t change. “Why not? Just because he couldn’t solve it doesn’t mean I can’t. So now weak students aren’t allowed to improve?”
The classroom went silent.
The teacher narrowed her eyes. “I was going to make you write a reflection during the flag-raising next week. But keep this up, and you might not even be allowed to take the college entrance exam.”
That threat hung in the air like smoke.
But Elira raised her chin. “You’re threatening a student’s future based on your personal bias—with no proof. Sounds like you’re the one who shouldn’t be teaching.”
The room exploded.
“Did she just say that?”
“Oh my God, she’s fearless!”
“Since when did Elira start talking back?”
“She’s kinda right though… they have no proof.”
“Honestly, how did she solve that question? It wasn’t even in the textbook.”
“She’s changed. She lost weight. Her vibe’s different now.”
“She’s actually… kind of hot.”
The teacher slammed her palm against the desk. “Elira! What do you want?”
Elira’s voice was sharp but steady. “I want you to show proof. Or change my score. And apologize.”
The teacher’s eyes widened. “Your test is the proof! Go ask your parents if they think you could ever get that score!”
Before she could say another word, Elira stood up.
“What do you think you’re doing?” the teacher shouted.
Elira pushed her chair aside and headed for the door.
“Get back here, Elira! Now!”
But Elira didn’t even glance back. “I’m going to talk to someone who actually listens. Someone who isn’t blind or deaf.”
The teacher flew into a rage. “How dare you speak to me like that!”
“She’s insane,” someone muttered.
“No, she’s amazing,” someone else whispered.
Elira didn’t stop until she reached the principal’s office.
By the time she opened the door, the whole school was buzzing.
The girl who got zero. The girl who challenged the teacher. The girl who marched into the principal’s office to demand her score.
“She cheated and still wants her marks back? What’s wrong with her?”
“No… that’s guts. She’s not the same girl anymore.”
Minutes later, the math teacher stormed in, followed by the vice principal, the grade director, and Elira’s homeroom teacher.
In no time, seven or eight teachers were packed inside.
When they realized Elira was at the center of it all, everyone sighed.
The grade director, gentle as ever, tried to keep things calm. “Elira, it’s okay to admit mistakes. There’s no need to escalate things. If you continue making a scene, this could affect your college entrance eligibility.”
But Elira didn’t blink.
She looked them straight in the eye and said clearly:
> “I want to see the invigilator. And I want the surveillance footage. Otherwise… I’ll take this to court.”
Laughter filled the room.
Even the kind director gave her a pitying smile.
“Elira… you’re just a student.”
“I’m not joking,” Elira said.
The math teacher let out a sharp laugh. “Court? With what money? Your family can’t even afford tutoring.”
She sneered. “You’re still dizzy from that fall last semester. Instead of hiring a lawyer, maybe get your head checked.”
Elira didn’t waste another word.
She pulled out her phone and dialed.
Everyone gasped.
“Elira! Phones are forbidden!” her homeroom teacher shouted.
But Elira didn’t flinch.
“You’re making a call? Right in front of the principal?!”
The teacher moved to snatch the phone, but Elira stepped aside.
She said coldly, “Touch my phone, and I’ll sue for unlawful seizure of personal property.”
“You—!”
The line connected.
A calm, professional voice came through the speaker. “Hello?”
Elira answered, “Brandon Fuller?”
Everyone in the room froze.
“That’s me. Who is this? How did you get my private number?”
“A friend gave it to me. I have a case. Please send someone from your firm immediately.”
The teachers looked at one another in shock.
The principal straightened his back.
Brandon Fuller.
The name echoed in his mind like a drum.
He was a legend in the legal world.
A courtroom monster with an undefeated record.
His personal law firm was the most powerful in the country—private, elite, and untouchable.
Even the Cross family in Paragon had once tried to hire him with a blank cheque, begging him to be George Cross’s personal legal adviser.
And he had turned them down.
Brandon Fuller only took major, high-stakes cases.
And now… a teenage girl had his private contact?
And was casually asking him to send legal support?
Every adult in the room was stunned.
Was she bluffing? Or was she something none of them could understand?
The principal couldn’t speak. He simply stared at Elira, no longer certain whether to discipline her…
…or to get out of her way.