"Janella?" I blinked, genuinely surprised to see her so late on a Friday evening. "What are you doing here? I thought you left the junior pavilion hours ago."
"I've been waiting for you!" Janella snapped, marching directly into my personal space, her blue eyes flashing with a volatile, manic anger. "I called your terminal three times, Benny! Your locator said you were locked in the advanced economics wing. I saw that flat-born transfer leave the building just a few minutes ago, and then I saw my brother!"
She clutched her designer purse with white knuckles, her voice rising into a sharp, indignant pitch that echoed off the limestone arches.
"You've been in there with her," Janella accused, her voice trembling with pure disgust. "My best friend, sitting at a table with that pathetic vall
