"But the university director overruled it. There’s nothing I can do. If you’re set on going abroad, I’ll submit your application for the training program. Just focus on your graduation thesis. If your paper gets picked, you’ll still get the extra point."
"The university director?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Who’s that?"
"The CEO of Jameson Group. Don’t you know? He donated that building when you started school here. I’m not sure how, but he’s probably related to Scott. Distant family or something."
I hung up before the tears could spill, but it didn’t stop them from sliding down my face.
Without wasting another second, I opened my phone—its cracked screen flickering in protest—and started typing my thesis.
The extra points tied to the paper was the only chance I had of paying for my plane ticket. I couldn’t afford to screw this up.
I was so deep in concentration, I didn’t notice my parents come to my room until my mom’s voice snapped me out of it.
She leaned over my shoulder and squinted at the screen. "You’re working on your graduation thesis? Savannah, you’re not graduating until next June. Why start so early?"
I nodded, not even looking up.