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Zachary fixes his tie as he sits on the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren, a car too fancy for his liking. He never found himself driving it, preferring the subway instead. Today, however was a special occasion. Another Parents and Teachers meeting where he’d hear complaints about Max and then nod and leave,to find himself cussing in the car which he found more appropriate than to go to the subway and cuss out loud.
He slips his sunglasses to the passenger’s seat and slips out of the car. His steps are slow as he enters the building, the childish posters and paintings along with the toys makes him wonder if people realized Max was a child and as far as he could tell, children liked to play and scream. He was two, not twenty, he barely understood most of what was going on.
He took a deep breath before walking in, finding himself in the presence of a teacher he hadn’t met before. Running a hand through his hair, he sat down, before sticking out a hand “I’m Zachary Cambridge, legal guardian of Maxwell. It’s a pleasure”