Maria yawned.
Her drowsy emeralds glanced at the clock on her desk.
It was one a.m.
She turned around. Her roommate's bed was empty.
Julie had taken leave again. This time it was for personal reasons.
Maria returned to her laptop screen and stared at the words until they started to blur.
Everyone could guess the reason for the sudden lull in the queen bee's activities, and most of the guesses pointed to Maria.
Maria was always fetching Paris his coffee, tea, and water in the council room and doing his every bid.
Everyone was watching in silence with scornful stares and haughty smiles.
She was also entering and exiting the executive apartment building, which housed only the school's management team and, of course, the student council president. Many times she walked past t
