Paisley Rayne, a capable woman in her early forties, occupied the desk, engrossed in perusing various documents. As Rena approached, Paisley gestured for her to take a seat.

Eager to offer an explanation, Rena was swiftly interrupted by Paisley's words.

"Indeed, it was Aline who brought this matter to my attention. However, I have turned a blind eye to it for some time, considering the hardships your family has faced. But since yesterday, more and more parents have become aware of your part-time job and their discontent has flooded my phone lines. You are well aware that the families of the piano students in our esteemed music studio are either affluent or influential. I really cannot afford to offend these angry parents."

Rena comprehended the weight of Paisley’s words.

Reluctant to burden Paisley, who had consistently treated her with kindness, Let alone tarnish her own integrity, Rena delicately removed her work identification card and placed it upon the table.