“Shut up, Roemary,” Adryel said.
Of all the females there, Roemary truly was the most beautiful. Perfect skin, hair that shined, and a figure that got everyone's attention, male or female. She truly was a sight. Too bad she knew it and used it to her advantage. She came from wealth and was not about to let anyone else forget it.
And she seemed to think it was her right in the universe to torment Janae, who never said anything to anyone.
“Am I wrong?” the blonde asked, her gaze darting to Janae.
“Yes. You're wrong,” Adryel snapped.
Roemary put her hand on her chest. “I was merely stating a fact.”
Adryel glared at her. “A fact is something provable. Just because it's your opinion doesn't make it a fact.”
“Then disprove me. Would any of you wind up even being here, if this entire place was--”
“That is enough,” Graecey said. “Roemary, I will not tolerate disrespect like that. You will not continue being a part of this process--”
“You cannot say that to me, I am Sena--”
“No one cares who your daddy is,” Adryel said. “Don't you need to go brush your hair or something?”
Janae covered her mouth and smirked.
“I'm not wrong,” Roemary said and walked off.
Graecey shook her head. “She makes me crazy.”
“So kick her out,” Adryel said.
“Unfortunately, even science cannot avoid bureaucracy all the time.” She put her hand on Adryel's arm. “Come. I need to speak with you.”
Great. How does Roemary get away with being an absolute brat, and no one does anything about it, but Adryel just tries to stand up for herself, and she gets singled out?
“Come on Janae.” She motioned for her friend to come with her.
Graecey shook her head. “No, this is private.”
“Uh, oh. Okay.” Adryel didn't like the sound of that. Figures. This was going way too well. Would she be out of the program? Back on the streets?
And back to hiding from who knew what was coming.
She followed Graecey back to her office, a place that she'd only been in once before when she joined the program. Stark and organized, the office was just for a visual show, where participants signed things. Otherwise, Graecey was never in there.
Though this time Graecey's office wasn't empty.
Inside sat a man in a very dignified uniform. And a policing badge on his lapel.
Adryel stood still.
“What is this?” she asked. This wasn't good. Not even a little bit. Damn, she was almost gone. She had almost gotten off the planet.
Graecey gestured to the empty chair. “Please, sit down, Adryel.”
“I didn't do anything,” she said as she sat down, scooting her chair away from the man in the suit.
This had to be about her roommate and the apartment and the stolen citricite. And who knew what kind of angle they would be coming at her about this. Especially since she didn’t have any proof to back up her version of events. She didn’t exactly have any witnesses that she wasn’t at home when whatever happened there happened. Nor did she have any proof she didn’t do any of it, either.
Her hands started to shake, and she forced them into her pockets.
