[h2][color=598527]Chester Jones[/color][/h2]

0810

	Chester swung his keys around on their ring as he galumphed down the hall, shoving past sophomores and stepping through freshmen. He felt like the king of the school, especially now that Hines was set to announce his retirement. There was nobody beneath the head honcho besides him, and nobody could stop him from getting what he wanted - absolute power over the school.
	He stopped by room 112, opening the door. He saw a few kids hanging around, and shouted, "Hey, get out of my room, or you're getting detention for a week." They weren't really doing anything wrong, he just wanted his room empty for homeroom. He'd held the same room for as long as he'd worked here, it was the last thing that reminded him of when he was a good man. He took a sip from the water fountain, when he heard the P.A. crackle to life.

0815

	The door to Hines' office opened. Chester was standing in the doorway, his tie a bit off-kilter. He saw the whiskey and a smile began to grow on his face, and he stepped forwards. His eyes met the picture of his wife- ex-wife. It was the photo from their wedding, except Chester was cut out of the frame. He took a seat in front of Hines' desk, fighting back the tears.
	"D-did you need me, Wilson?" Chester choked out. His eyes darted between the liquor, the photograph, and his boss. He suddenly felt nauseous again. "Can I ask what all this is for?"
	Chester clasped his hands together and set them on the table, before deciding to cross his arms instead. Alpha male Wilson Hines immediately recognized this as a pussy beta male display of submission. Chester's forehead started to sweat even more than usual. The clock's ticking in the background making the situation even more tense. Chester didn't know what this was about, but one thing was for certain - Nick Kostashe was going to pay for it.