Ophelia's POV
The dean's office was different than she had imagined it.
She also assumed she would never find reason to be here, so seeing it at all was a little unexpected.
Ophelia studied the room, at first in anxious curiosity, and then deeper, as she realized this would make an excellent story.
Maybe she had finally uncovered it, the blatant classism within the system. She could write about anomalies being both prized and discriminated against. She could write about the immaturity of some of these women, the way they felt their status in society allowed them to act in ways other people would be ashamed of.
Maybe that's why she'd been brought here, someone needed a journalist to tell this very story.
As the door creaked open, the thoughts went from her mind.
She should have broug
