Bianca sat in the waiting room that had been secured for the club. It was amazing the power these men held. They asked for their own private waiting room and they got it. She was still working on the paper for her class, but nothing sounded right.
“This paper is going to be the death of me. It's half my grade, and I'm so going to fail," Bianca moaned, putting her face in her hands.
Meredith looked over from where she sat and felt sympathy for the other woman. Having already been through college, she knew just how stressful one paper being that much of a grade could be. She walked over to Bianca and sat beside her. Putting her hand on the other woman's forearm, Meredith squeezed.
“Don't stress about it too much. They made us write articles and stuff, like we really worked for a major pap
