Chapter 7 - The Principal’s Door
Aaron Feldman did not deny accessing the files.
“I sign accommodation plans.”
Detective Bell sat across from him in the district office.
Daniel and Mason were not in the interview.
But Sloan later told Daniel what happened.
Bell placed the copied signatures beside the originals.
“You accessed these?”
“Yes.”
“Did you provide them to Patrick or Melissa Holloway?”
“No.”
“Did you authorize Northstar?”
“I signed program approval documents.”
“Did you verify the services?”
Feldman hesitated.
“That was Patrick Holloway’s department.”
Bell leaned back.
“So Patrick approved his own company.”
“I didn’t know he owned it.”
“How?”
“It operated under a registered company name.”
“That’s normally how companies operate.”
Feldman’s face reddened.
“I trusted district procurement.”
Bell showed him a conflict-of-interest form.
Patrick had declared no financial interest in vendors receiving grant money.
Feldman stared at it.
“That’s false.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t know.”
Bell studied him.
“You say that often.”
Feldman looked away.
But ignorance did not explain everything.
Emails did.
District IT recovered archived messages.
Three years earlier, Counselor Grant had emailed Feldman about Ethan Cole.
Ethan reports feeling targeted by Mrs. Holloway after questioning summer attendance records. He reports public humiliation and threats concerning recommendation letters.
Feldman responded:
Handle through restorative process. Avoid escalation unless physical safety is involved.
Mason read the email at home.
His hands shook.
“He knew.”
Daniel nodded.
“He knew something.”
“No, Dad.”
Mason looked at him.
“He knew enough.”
Daniel could not argue.
Another email involved Maya.
Another Serena.
Feldman had not created the fraud.
But he had received warnings.
Each time he chose the route that produced the least conflict.
Mason hated him for that in a different way than he hated Holloway.
Mrs. Holloway had been cruel.
Feldman had been convenient.
Daniel attended an emergency school board meeting.
More than two hundred parents came.
Grace Chen spoke.
Then Jenna Turner.
Then Serena Walsh’s father.
Students filled three rows.
Mason had prepared a statement.
When his name was called, Daniel whispered, “You don’t have to.”
“I know.”
Mason walked to the microphone.
His knees felt weak.
The room reminded him of the classroom.
People watching.
Waiting.
But this time he was standing because he chose to.
“My name is Mason Reed.”
Silence.
“I’m fifteen.”
He paused.
“My teacher unplugged a camera before ordering me to kneel.”
Several board members shifted.
“She thought turning off the camera meant there would be no record.”
Mason looked toward the crowd.
“But there were twenty-seven records.”
He glanced at Caleb.
“Twenty-seven people saw it.”
Then at Maya.
“And there were people before us.”
He held up the copied attendance record bearing his signature.
“This says I attended a program I never attended.”
He held another page.
“This says I volunteered for hours I never worked.”
Then he looked at the board.
“My teacher told me our class lost recognition because of me.”
His voice grew steadier.
“I thought she meant an award.”
He put the paper down.
“Now I think she meant money.”
No one moved.
“And I want to know why students had to be humiliated to protect that money.”
Daniel watched from the audience.
He had never been prouder.
Not because Mason sounded fearless.
He didn’t.
His voice trembled.
His hands shook.
But he kept talking.
Mason finished.
“When adults tell students to report bullying, that has to include bullying by adults.”
Applause erupted.
The board chair struck the gavel.
But the room did not settle quickly.
Outside afterward, Mason felt almost lightheaded.
Caleb grinned.
“You destroyed them.”
Mason shook his head.
“I talked.”
“Same thing.”
Maya approached.
“You did what I couldn’t.”
“No.”
Mason looked at her.
“You did it first.”
Maya’s smile disappeared.
She nodded.
Across the parking lot, reporters surrounded Feldman.
Daniel watched him.
Then Detective Bell appeared.
He walked directly toward Daniel.
“We got the platform return.”
“What platform?”
“The anonymous account.”
Mason and Caleb heard.
Bell lowered his voice.
“ExcellenceMatters214.”
Mason’s pulse quickened.
“Who was it?”
Bell looked toward the school.
“The account was accessed from multiple devices.”
“Whose?”
“One was Patrick Holloway.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
“And the others?”
Bell looked at Mason.
“One login came from Room 214.”
Nobody spoke.
Mrs. Holloway.
Bell continued.
“But there’s a third device.”
Daniel frowned.
“Who?”
Bell handed him a printed record.
Mason looked down.
The device had connected repeatedly through the principal’s private office network.
Caleb whispered, “Feldman?”
Bell shook his head.
“No.”
He pointed to the registered device name.
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