Chapter Seven
“First off,” said Myrtle coldly, “we are not all in agreement that you’re the best candidate, Royce. I for one have some real doubts about your morals.”
Royce’s eyebrows flew up. “My morals?” He gave a snorting laugh.
“Don’t interrupt. Yes, your morals. I well remember you as a former student. You were so focused on success and winning that you’d pay other students to do your work for you.”
“I call that enterprising,” he said, giving the audience a simpering smile.
“I call that cheating. It speaks volumes about your intellect and inability to complete complex assignments. It also indicates that you don’t think rules are meant for you. And you should apologize to Erma, who has certainly never done anything to you and deserves an apology for your rudeness.”
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