Hazel
I didn’t need to look at Bella to know her head was swollen from all the praise and admiration directed at her, to my own detriment. My feet were burning with silent anger, but I was doing a good job masking it with a professional smile, because the alternative was letting Elvis see what his words had just done, and that was never going to happen.
I had been at the top of every class I had ever sat in. My professors used words like "exceptional" and "remarkable" on papers they handed back to me. I had delivered work ahead of schedule in this office since the first week, clean, thorough, ahead of what was asked, and received nothing back but silence and the occasional nod. Now I was standing in this man's office, being told to learn from a girl who had been here less than a week.
