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CHAPTER EIGHT

The next day, the sun poured through the tall glass windows of the SSLG Officers’ Building, painting the wooden floor with streaks of gold. The air smelled faintly of paper, coffee, and exhaustion—typical of student leaders working too hard on too little sleep.

Everyone gathered around the long table again, laptops open, papers scattered, and sticky notes sticking out in every direction. The atmosphere was lighter than yesterday’s tense meeting—thankfully.

“So…” Lev began, flipping his notebook open. “Founders Day. Ideas?”

Before anyone could answer, Vriella raised her hand, sipping her iced latte. “We should do something fun. Like, really fun. Something the students will actually enjoy, not another boring program with speeches.”

Zevi leaned back on his chair, smirking. “Games. Let’s do games. We’ll host a mini-carnival or something. You know—booths, challenges, maybe even a ‘Dunk the President’ game.”

Jacob shot him a look. “You’re not putting me in a water tank, Zevi.”

Zevi grinned. “Why not? It’d boost morale.”

Jhessy laughed. “You mean it’d boost *your* entertainment.”

I couldn’t help but giggle too. “Actually, that might be fun. Imagine how many people would pay to dunk the Student Council President.”

Jacob turned to me with a raised brow. “Including you, Ms. Garcia?”

I smirked. “Especially me.”

The whole room erupted in laughter again. Even Jacob cracked a smile—small, but real.

“Okay, fine,” he said finally, shaking his head. “Fun games it is. But no dunk tanks.”

Lev nodded, jotting things down. “Got it. We’ll set up booths and stations—maybe some trivia, relay races, and interactive challenges for students.”

“Perfect,” Jhessy said, twirling her pen. “We’ll need volunteers to organize the stations. I’ll handle the registration desk with Vriella.”

“Zevi and I can take charge of logistics,” Gian added, already typing on his laptop. “We’ll need sound systems, tents, and prizes.”

Jacob looked around the room. “Good. Keep it balanced—something engaging for everyone.”

Then, his gaze flicked to me. “Ms. Garcia, what about the teachers? You had an idea, right?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Oh! Right. I was thinking we could surprise them with a cake in the Teachers’ Lounge. You know, as a thank-you gesture.”

Brianna smiled softly. “That’s sweet. Simple, but meaningful.”

“Exactly,” I said, smiling. “We can add thank-you notes from students, maybe even a small video montage. They deserve something nice for once.”

Jacob nodded approvingly. “Make it happen, then. You’ll oversee that part, Ms. Vice President.”

“Got it,” I said, scribbling in my planner.

Zevi leaned toward Jhessy and whispered something that made her giggle. I didn’t catch what it was, but the way they looked at each other—comfortable, genuine—made me smile.

Then my gaze drifted, unintentionally, toward Jacob. He was focused on his notes, his usual serious face on, tapping his pen lightly as he reviewed the agenda.

He was too composed for his own good. Too unreadable.
And yet, the way his eyes briefly met mine before looking away—yeah, that said something.

“Alright,” Jacob said after a moment, clapping his hands together. “Meeting adjourned. Great work, everyone. Let’s make this Founders Day unforgettable.”