Attia began to walk slowly across the stage, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze never leaving the crowd.
“Duty,” he said firmly. “Discipline. Sacrifice.”
Each word landed heavier than the last.
“You will learn your place in this society,” he continued. “And you will understand that every single one of you… plays a role.”
Another pause.
“And those who fail to uphold that role…”
His voice dropped.
Dangerously.
“…will be removed.”
The room stilled completely.
“You will be evaluated constantly,” Attia added, his tone cold. “Your performance. Your discipline. Your results will be checked every 6 months.”
Iva’s fingers curled slightly in her lap.
“If you fail to maintain the required standards,” he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly, “…you will lose your place here.”
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