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distress, so you reached out to me and I listened like a big sister should. And you know what? I felt closer to you at that moment than any other point in our lives.
“ So I decided to trust you by telling you what I was working on. I may have even mentioned Beaumont’s name to protect you, since being a key advisor to a crooked politician is not exactly a career enhancing move. I opened up to you, and as thanks, you turned around and used that information against me.”
“Good catching up with you , sis,” Madison says as she walks away from the table and heads out the door. Her quick exit prompts the waiter to bring the bill over, lest I get any ideas about not paying it. I drop a thirty bucks on the table and grab my things.
It was a short conversation, but we both got what we wanted today. I confirmed Bill’s theory about what transpired to get me fired. Maddy didn’t actually need to make an admission. Her actions told the tale in a way only a sibling could decipher. But she learned something from me too. She knows that I figured it out, am pissed, and will eventually be coming for her and the man she works for.
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-ELEVEN-
CHELSEA
As I pull into the driveway, the LED sign in the front of the school reads ‘Final Exam Week! Good Luck!’ That’s exactly what we will all need. I am early to school today, so I park my car without the added humiliation of having the Range Rover and Z4 next to me.
I chat with Stephanie and Cassandra at my locker for a few minutes and then head off to Mister Bennit’s classroom. Much to my surprise, I am not the first to arrive. Several others, including Emilee, and Peyton of all people, are here getting some last minute review in.
J oining them, I notice the desks once arranged in the all-too-familiar horseshoe are now neatly lined up in rows and columns. The stage is gone, and the room is in test configuration. I swear the change is more for psychological reasons than cheating prevention ones.
As time ticks by, my anxiety increases. The last students file into the classroom, still a whole five minutes before the bell. Most of us are already seated, reviewing their notes and asking questions amongst themselves. The public address system crackles to life from the speakers set in the ceiling tiles at the front of the room.
“ Students should be at their second period class at this time for their final examination,” the voice says without preamble. “Please disregard all bells. Students will be dismissed from their exam by announcement.”
Mister Bennit walks from his desk in the corner to the front of the room with a stack of papers in his hand. “The great journey you all began one-hundred and seventy-six days ago reaches its end today. Hope you all studied hard. Clear your desks.”
We oblige, but I can tell many of my peers are pretty anxious by the way they fumble their books and notes. Amanda breaks the eerie silence. “There's more than our grade at stake today. Or did you forget?”
“As if any of you would let that happen, Amanda.”
“ Good, because I have spent every free moment for a month studying for this thing,” Vince says. Doubtful, but I suppose miracles do happen.
Mister Bennit begins handing out packets consisting of numerous sheets of paper stapled in the corner. If tradition holds, here come the rapid-fire instructions.
“ All right, you have two hours to complete this exam. There are fifty multiple choice questions, fifteen short answer and, of course, the dreaded essay of doom. As always, the only authorized positions for your eyes are the paper in front of you and the clock.
“ Maintain bottom to top lip contact at all times. In the unlikely event you finish early, turn your papers over and remain silent. Cheaters will face summary judgment and execution by firing squad. Questions?”
That took around nine seconds to get out. He’s slipping.
“ Did you have to make this so easy?” Vince asks playfully. As usual, he earns a
“ So I decided to trust you by telling you what I was working on. I may have even mentioned Beaumont’s name to protect you, since being a key advisor to a crooked politician is not exactly a career enhancing move. I opened up to you, and as thanks, you turned around and used that information against me.”
“Good catching up with you , sis,” Madison says as she walks away from the table and heads out the door. Her quick exit prompts the waiter to bring the bill over, lest I get any ideas about not paying it. I drop a thirty bucks on the table and grab my things.
It was a short conversation, but we both got what we wanted today. I confirmed Bill’s theory about what transpired to get me fired. Maddy didn’t actually need to make an admission. Her actions told the tale in a way only a sibling could decipher. But she learned something from me too. She knows that I figured it out, am pissed, and will eventually be coming for her and the man she works for.
.
-ELEVEN-
CHELSEA
As I pull into the driveway, the LED sign in the front of the school reads ‘Final Exam Week! Good Luck!’ That’s exactly what we will all need. I am early to school today, so I park my car without the added humiliation of having the Range Rover and Z4 next to me.
I chat with Stephanie and Cassandra at my locker for a few minutes and then head off to Mister Bennit’s classroom. Much to my surprise, I am not the first to arrive. Several others, including Emilee, and Peyton of all people, are here getting some last minute review in.
J oining them, I notice the desks once arranged in the all-too-familiar horseshoe are now neatly lined up in rows and columns. The stage is gone, and the room is in test configuration. I swear the change is more for psychological reasons than cheating prevention ones.
As time ticks by, my anxiety increases. The last students file into the classroom, still a whole five minutes before the bell. Most of us are already seated, reviewing their notes and asking questions amongst themselves. The public address system crackles to life from the speakers set in the ceiling tiles at the front of the room.
“ Students should be at their second period class at this time for their final examination,” the voice says without preamble. “Please disregard all bells. Students will be dismissed from their exam by announcement.”
Mister Bennit walks from his desk in the corner to the front of the room with a stack of papers in his hand. “The great journey you all began one-hundred and seventy-six days ago reaches its end today. Hope you all studied hard. Clear your desks.”
We oblige, but I can tell many of my peers are pretty anxious by the way they fumble their books and notes. Amanda breaks the eerie silence. “There's more than our grade at stake today. Or did you forget?”
“As if any of you would let that happen, Amanda.”
“ Good, because I have spent every free moment for a month studying for this thing,” Vince says. Doubtful, but I suppose miracles do happen.
Mister Bennit begins handing out packets consisting of numerous sheets of paper stapled in the corner. If tradition holds, here come the rapid-fire instructions.
“ All right, you have two hours to complete this exam. There are fifty multiple choice questions, fifteen short answer and, of course, the dreaded essay of doom. As always, the only authorized positions for your eyes are the paper in front of you and the clock.
“ Maintain bottom to top lip contact at all times. In the unlikely event you finish early, turn your papers over and remain silent. Cheaters will face summary judgment and execution by firing squad. Questions?”
That took around nine seconds to get out. He’s slipping.
“ Did you have to make this so easy?” Vince asks playfully. As usual, he earns a
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