Chapter 70: Lipstick; Betrayal
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Amara Gomez stood up from her bed, and happily stretched her body in order to bring her stored energy alive. She has been feeling alive since earlier. She has been feeling ecstatic—and evil.
When Rain Callixa Donnahughe and Tristn Fauxier reached through her, and talked about their plans—of escaping the zero project, she felt an undeniable curse of excitement. It made he this kind of excitement. A kind of excitement that only she could feel, and no other else.
“What a great day this is,” she said.
She went to the drawer of an elegant table that can be found on her room. She knew that the table was of different from other table that was in the other student’s quarter. Hers was elegantly made, with fine carvings and exemplary detail. From there, she grabbed a phone. Yes, a cellphone. As far as Amara knew, students doesn’t have any privilege to go to this place with their cellphones. If there is, it must have been confiscated. But hers was not. She can freely use it.
She made a few stroke of her fingers on the cellphone screen, and seconds later, the phone rang.
“Hey, there, Kris!” she joyfully greeted to whoever was on the other line.
“Amara, where have you been? It’s like almost half of the month already since we last saw you!” said the other woman on the phone.
“Yeah, I know it. I’m on a vacation now. I forgot to tell you.”
The line went silence. Amara heard a whisper from the other line. Perhaps that woman on the other line thought Amara could not hear it, but she was wrong.
“Hey, Amara’s on a vacay right now.” Amara heard her whispering. From that, she rolled her eyes. She must have told other of their ‘friends’ about what she was doing.
“Hey, Amara!” another woman’s voice appeared.
“Jenny! Oh gosh, I so missed your voice!” Amara said sarcastically.
“Yeah right, girl. I so miss you too! Where are you having your vacay right now? Greece? Italy? Japan?”
“Oh, I can’t tell you now.”
“Don’t tell me you went on a cheap local province? Oh my gosh, girl, that is so not for us!” Girl’s voices—a lot of them—started to laugh on the other end. “Or don’t tell me your family’s wealth are gone now, that’s why you’re hiding from us? You know, there’s a news here circulating within us that your family’s gone bankrupt, that’s why you’re too ashamed to show your face to us.” Then another laugh from the other line.
Amara gritted her teeth in annoyance. Those ‘friends’ of hers—it’s not really a friend she could treat them. Perhaps, it’s the same to everyone. Because everyone of them is fake and hypocrites. Those girls were just her social circle. A circle of elite people who has allergies to being cheap and poor.
“Really, Jenny? You have the gut to ask that question to me after I convinced my dad to save your company from its crisis? You got the gut to insinuate me even though you’re the one who was once in the pit of going to a cheap life?” Amara asked, her voice controlled, sending shrills to the bones of other girls on the line.
“That—That’s just a news here, girl. I—I am just asking to know if they’re saying the right thing or nah,” Jenny replied, panicking.
“So, what do you think of that news, Jenny?”
“I—It’s a fake news.”
“Oh, really? Maybe not. Since we’re having ‘financial crisis’—as what you thought I am having—I’ll just tell Dad to pull of the money he invested in your company. I could buy a lot of stuffs from there.”
“H—Hey, Amara, wait up—”
“And oh, I am on a vacay, yeah. A business vacation.”
Irritated, she hanged up the call, and threw her phone at the corner.
“Gosh! They’re so f*****g irritating!” she screamed. All she just wanted to do was to call Kris and ask the whole group to join her on a vacation trip in European countries. She has plans of it, right after the scene inside this project Zero.
Knowing that the project Zero will soon end, she called Kris ecstatically to invite her. However, what she got was a big, irritating insult.
“If I should have known they’re gonna ruin my day, I should have not called them anymore. Those fakes.”
When she remembered that she was about to call other people as well, she quickly grabbed her phone, and checked if it was still working. It was, luckily. She once again composed herself, and then started dialing another person.
When the dial was picked up, she smiled. “Hi dad.”
Silence came in to her room as she listened to the reply of her father.
“Oh, I am alright dad. I bet you can even see me whenever there’s activity here. And besides, I am still enjoying everything. I mean literally everything. Especially those poor students. You see, I am extremely fascinated by them.”
Another silence to listen to her father.
“Oh don’t worry dad. I am your daughter. I can do everything. I can even make those poor subjects perfectly believing in the stories I have been making up.” And then she laughed, remembering how extravagant she had done just to make sure that Tristan Fauxier would believe her made-up stories.
“Yeah, don’t worry, Dad. Everything in here is under my fine control.” She opened up a potion of her table, and from there, a mirror appeared. Few adjustments, and it is now standing in front her, reflecting her beautiful image. Below the mirror is a make-up kit. She grabbed her lipstick, and matted her lips.
“By the way, Dad. Do you remember the businesses of Brioso’s? that poor family who begged for us to invest to them or else they’ll be poor? I was insulted by their daughter.”
Another silence.
“Yes, dad. Pull your stocks there and watch them fall. I’ll be glad for that. Thanks Dad.”
The moment that she hanged up the phone call, is also the moment she finished her make-u.
“Alright, I am now ready for the escape plan we’ll be doing,” she said, clapping her hand, while staring in front of the mirror.
She got up from sitting, and dialed another person on her phone.
“We’ll start the escape plan. Remember what I want. Let this be dramatically entertaining.”
After the call, she started heading to the restricted area of the building, where their meeting point for the escape plan was set.
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