A black luxury car that shined blue in the sun pulled in to Prufrock Preparatory School. Scanning the surroundings of the campus briefly, Violet Parr couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
The buildings were lined up like graves in a cemetery, giving her an unwelcoming feeling. This must be one of those schools where parents dropped off their children when they got sick of them.
Poor Baudelaires. They had nowhere else to go but here. Boarding school was no place for three orphans. It felt like every day, news about these kids came out about their dead parents, murdered guardians, and all the times they had to move places because some insane old man was chasing after their parents’ money.
Violet decided enough was enough. If anyone could help these kids for good, it would be her.
She was almost in her forties with no husband or children. The more she heard about the Baudelaires, the more she wanted to meet them to see, if maybe, they could be her family. They wouldn’t have to call her Mother but it’d be nice to refer to them as her children.
Behind her was another person in a Mercedes, her lawyer. Violet knew that if she wanted to adopt these kids, she needed a good attorney. Luckily, Honey Best was the trickiest against her opponents. With her, Violet assured herself she had a good chance.
Parking in front of the main doors of the school, Violet stepped out. Her outfit was as slick as her car, a fine pantsuit with trendy sunglasses and a youthful ponytail.
Vice Principal Nero was aware she was coming. She did call and speak to him herself. He was surprisingly immature and did not sound qualified to do his job. But, Violet was going to be civil with him.
Upon arriving to his office, he growled at her. “What are you doing here?”
“Vice Principal Nero, I’m Violet Parr. We spoke on the phone.”
He did not seem to remember. Or maybe he didn’t care.
“I would like to see the Baudelaire children now.” She told him.
He laughed. “You want to see the orphans? How about no.”
Violets eyes had brightened slightly. She slid off her sunglasses and tucked them in her blouse. Looking around the office, she tried to see if there was anything that would suggest a weakness.
“Vice Principal, I am a very powerful businesswoman with more money than the Baudelaires and I can make one phone call, and get your school shut down like that. So I suggest you tell me where they are.”
It took some time, but Violet finally convinced him to pull the Baudelaries out of their classes to speak with her privately in an empty office. How?
“So, you play the violin?”
“I make all the students attend my six-hour rehearsal every night. Mandatory. they must always attend.”
“Then they’ll have to buy me candy and watch me eat it!”
That was all she needed to know.
“Vice Principal, I shut down this school, you’ll have no one to play the violin for. You’ll have no job. You’ll have no children throwing candy at you. So I suggest you let me speak to those kids.”
He finally agreed. Violet was to meet with them in one of the empty offices.
