Like Herod building a monument to himself, Dr. Arnold stood at his office window overlooking the construction on the newly acquired lot behind his school.
His school. As if he was the founder, owner, and sole proprietor of the fifty year legacy.
Alvin Riggs snorted in contempt from his hiding place behind the pillar. "Please," he said aloud before he realized it was audible. He glanced around him to make sure no one could hear, then scurried back to his own tiny, landlocked office with only one window that overlooked the seventh grade hallway.