[The Admiral]
There was a principal in a big city school. An innocent man. Educated. Learned. Clean record. No scandals. A decent human being who lived a quiet life.
Then suddenly, someone gave him a teaching job. He was not ready. He had never taught before. But okay, he thought, how hard can teaching be. He took the job.
Two months later, the previous principal got fired. And this innocent teacher was asked to become the new principal.
Manage 225 teachers. Run the whole school. Just like that.
Most teachers were first-timers. Fresh. Inexperienced. Learning on the job. The others were veterans who had been rejected by parents for ruining the previous school. Not exactly a dream team.
The principal’s job was simple. Maintain law and order. Keep the school running. Make sure children learn something. Basic stuff.
But the principal had a problem. A big problem. He loved someone. Not the school. Not the job. Not the children. Someone special. Very special.
He loved this person more than anything. More than his duty. More than his responsibility. More than the 225 teachers and millions of students depending on him. Love is beautiful. But love can also make people stupid.
So the principal did what any lovesick person would do. He created a special position in the school. Just for his lover. A brand new job that did not exist before.
Why? So the lover could stay close. Very close. Always nearby. Love requires proximity.
The rejected teachers saw this. The ones who lost their jobs. They were not happy. They sabotaged it. They complained. They made noise. Love in the workplace is complicated.
But the principal did not care. Love is blind. Love is deaf. Love does not listen to rejected teachers.
One day, something happened. The principal was in his office. With his lover. The office door was closed. Privacy is important.
The school clerk did not know. He needed something. Papers maybe. Signatures. Office stuff. So he walked in. No warning. No knocking. Just walked in.
And he saw something. The principal was feeding his lover. With his own hands. Both hands to mouth. Very intimate. Very caring. Very unusual for an office.
The lover had not eaten for days, they say. He was hungry. The principal was helping. Feeding a hungry person is noble. It is kind. It is human. Nothing wrong with that.
Except. Except maybe you should not do it in your office. Behind closed doors. During working hours. When you are the principal of a school with 225 teachers and millions of students. Maybe feed him at home. Or at a restaurant. Or anywhere except your office.
But love does not think about these things. Love feeds where love wants to feed.
The clerk saw this. He saw everything. Then he left. Quietly. But he saw.
Now the principal has a new problem. The clerk knows. The clerk saw. This is not good.
So the principal made a decision. A brilliant decision. Suspend the clerk. Get rid of him. Problem solved.
The reason? The clerk manipulated his qualifications to get the job. Fake certificates. Fraud. Very serious. Must be punished. Suspended immediately.
Very convenient timing. The clerk sees something. The clerk gets suspended for something else. Totally unrelated. Pure coincidence.
But here is the thing. The principal is not thinking straight. Love makes people blind. Anger makes people stupid. Love plus anger makes people very, very stupid.
When you suspend someone, they fight back. They hire lawyers. They go to court. They defend themselves. They bring evidence. They tell their story.
And when the clerk tells his story, he will mention what he saw that day. The feeding. The closed door. The intimate moment. Everything.
Then the whole world will know what happened in that office. The CCTV footage will come out. The lover was there. The principal was there. The door was closed. The feeding happened.
And then the rumors will start. Oh, the rumors. The internet will explode. Social media will have a festival. People will not talk about feeding. They will talk about other things. Creative things. Kama Sutra things. The rumors will write their own story. A very colorful story.
The principal is a good man. He truly is. He loves his person. Real love. Deep love. Loyal love. Men who love like that are rare. Women who love like that are rare. Anyone who loves that deserves respect.
But. But he is also the principal. He has responsibilities. He has a school to run. Teachers to manage. Students to educate. He cannot let love destroy his job. He cannot let personal life destroy public duty.
And he definitely should not suspend people who saw things. That never ends well. Never. The cover-up is always worse than the crime. Always.
Wake up, Principal. You are a good man in a bad situation. You made mistakes. We all make mistakes. Especially when we are in love.
But fix this before it becomes a disaster. Before the rumors destroy you. Before the CCTV footage goes viral. Before your love story becomes a national joke.
Love your person. Feed your person. Take care of your person. But do it privately. Not in the office. Not during work. Not behind doors that clerks might open.
And definitely do not suspend the people who saw you. That is the oldest mistake in the history of mistakes. And it never, never works.
The school needs a principal who can focus on the school. The children need a leader who puts them first. The teachers need a boss who manages them properly.