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Chapter 636
Chapter 636:
Isolde straightened up. She watched her daughter — finally smiling, finally engaged with someone who understood her — and felt a profound wave of relief move through her. Effie had found a peer.
At the far end of the corridor, the main doors swung open again.
A flood of exhausted, hollow-eyed children began pouring out. The two hours were up.
Kaiden limped heavily through the doors, leaning against a security guard. His face was pale, his eyes red from crying. He looked completely defeated.
Cheryl Juarez shoved her way through the crowd and rushed toward him.
“Kaiden! Baby!” Cheryl cried out.
She pulled him into a hug, then lifted her gaze. She saw Isolde standing at the far end of the corridor. She saw Effie sitting on the floor, laughing and speaking with a boy in a very expensive suit.
Cheryl’s face contorted into a mask of pure, venomous hatred.
She reached into the deep pocket of her faux fur coat. Her fingers closed tightly around a small, silver USB drive. A sick, ugly smile spread slowly across her lips.
The trap was set.
𝗟𝗮𝘵est 𝗰𝗵а𝘱𝗍𝖾𝘳𝘴 𝘰n
The massive digital clock above the main stage of the Javits Center struck 2:30 PM.
The preliminary written exam was officially over. Thousands of parents and children were herded into the central plaza, waiting for the automated optical scanners to process the answer sheets and project the top fifty advancing scores onto the giant LED screen.
Isolde stood near the back of the crowd, maintaining a protective distance from the chaotic mass of anxious parents. Effie stood beside her, holding her hand. Leo Harrington had refused to return to his family’s private suite. He stood rigidly next to Effie, still debating the theoretical limits of quantum computing in a low, intense whisper.
The ambient noise in the plaza was a deafening roar of nervous chatter.
Then the secondary sponsor screen mounted on the right side of the plaza flickered. The promotional loop for InnoTech cut abruptly to black. A jarring burst of unauthorized static blasted from a localized speaker stack, drawing the immediate attention of the crowd in that quadrant.
The screen lit up again.
It was not a list of scores.
It was a grainy, black-and-white security camera feed, angled high, looking down at a specific section of the examination hall. The camera was zoomed in on two desks. At the desk on the left sat Effie. At the desk on the right, separated by a narrow aisle, sat Kaiden.
The video had been slowed to half speed.
In the silent, slow-motion footage, Effie was seen turning her head sharply to the right. Her eyes appeared to lock directly onto Kaiden’s desk. She held the stare for three long seconds before turning back to her own paper and rapidly filling in a bubble on her answer sheet.
The video looped. It played the exact same sequence again.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Thousands of eyes shifted from the screen to the small girl standing at the back of the plaza.
Before anyone could process what they were seeing, the microphone on the main stage shrieked with feedback.