Page 38 of SaaS & Class

“Oh…” I swallowed. “I guess I’ll talk to the district.”

“Great. I’m already in contact with Adam, so I’ll text him later to get your details.”

“Ok.”

He grinned, stood, and wandered off.

“What did he talk you into?” Taal asked as he took the seat that Wes had just vacated.

“I… I…” I swallowed. “He wants to find out what challenges my students face. In exchange, he’s going to donate enough computers for new labs at both high schools.”

“Sweet deal,” he said.

“It almost feels too good to be true.”

He shrugged. “Billionaires are like that. You have something he wants, and he’s willing to pay for it. And since he knows you’re a teacher, he made a gamble that your soft spot would be the kids.”

I let out a single chuckle. “He said it was a good PR move and tax write-off.”

Taal laughed. “Sounds about right. So, you gonna do it?”

I thought about it, then nodded. “He was right, the kids are my soft spot. Right now I’m looking at new machines for my classes, and all I need to do is talk about things I observe. I’d be an idiot to refuse.”

He nodded. “Just make sure things are in writing. I doubt he’d back out of the donation, but you don’t want him calling you up in five years to chat and him thinking you’re on the hook for this same donation.”

I chuckled. “Thanks. I probably would have missed it.”

“You’re going to have to talk to the school lawyers anyway, right?”

“Probably. I’ll need to figure out what I am and am not allowed to talk about.”

“Good. See if you can talk to one who handles contract law. I expect a school district has a ton of contracts, so probably has an attorney who specializes in it. Even if they don’t have to review whatever deal you and Wes make, they can at least give you tips on what to look out for.”

“Good idea. What else…”

My words trailed off as Taal’s attention drifted from our conversation to something happening off to the side.

A tiny omega wearing the same black suit as the rest of the security team had a teenage alpha nearly twice his size by the ear and was leading him across the patio.

Taal started to stand when another of the security team came over.

“Don’t worry, sir,” the security guy said. “We’ve got it handled.”

“What happened?” I asked.

He turned to me. “Just a party crasher. He’s being escorted off premises.”

I glanced around and saw that none of the billionaires at the party had even noticed—as if it were a regular occurrence.

I nodded. “Ok, thank you.”

He walked off, and I returned my attention to Taal.

“You ok?” I asked when I noticed that his breathing had quickened and his pupils dilated.

“He’s perfect…” Taal breathed.

I blinked. “Who?”