“I recorded everything you just admitted. It’s not up to you anymore. If I give this to the director, do you think she’ll still let you stay?”
Vanessa froze, her face pale as paper.
“You… you actually schemed against me?”
“I learned it from you.”
I leaned close and whispered in her ear.
“Cross me again, and I’ll destroy you.”
Terrified, Vanessa collapsed onto the floor, staring at me with wide, panicked eyes.
My other two roommates didn’t dare say a word.
This was only the beginning. Her real suffering was still ahead.
Vanessa Miller, let’s see how long you last.
For the time being, she stopped causing trouble.
Whether in training or at mealtime, she stayed far away from me, afraid I’d catch her slip up again.
She began currying favor with the Runway Director and the other teammates—buying them drinks during practice, bringing them food at meal times, and even treating them to dinners afterward.
Her constant flattery gradually made everyone forget the nasty things she had done.
Grace Parker saw me ignoring Vanessa Miller and even tried to persuade me.
“Look, Vanessa knows she was wrong, and she’s changed. Can’t you just forgive her and be friends again?”