a short story by 'Waks' The office was dimly lit, shadows cast by the sparse desk lamp flickering over the stacks of papers that had accumulated since the last superintendent had abruptly resigned. The new superintendent, Ms. Clara Hastings, sat stiffly in the worn leather chair, a frown etching deeper into her forehead as she flipped through the thick file before her. Every page she turned revealed a new layer of chaos, a new level of incompetence...