Rosalind played the babe. "Wyatt, you go handle the selection matches. I'll stay and have a nice little chat with Ms. Hill." Her voice dripped with fake honey.
As Wyatt passed me, he paused mid-step. "Don't even think about giving Rosalind trouble," he muttered under his breath.
The moment the door clicked shut, her sugary mask slipped, revealing the viper coiled beneath.
She barely opened her mouth before I turned on my heel and walked out. I didn't even grace her with a glance.
The door slammed behind me with a thunderous crash as Rosalind threw her tantrum. I let out two slow clicks of my tongue, just to rub it in.
Why bother staying? I knew that two-faced snake wouldn't say anything worth hearing.
Three days later, I knocked on the headmaster's office door, a voice recorder in ha
