"Hear that? It's not just me. Everyone here is disgusted by you. A pair of low-class trash like you and your daughter belong in a basement where no one ever has to see you. You should never even dream of holding your heads up again."
Their words kept getting uglier.
Carly was trembling in my arms.
Even Owen, standing off to the side, had a grin spreading wider and wider across his chubby face.
Ursula saw her opening and hurried over to Maria.
"Mrs. Perez, I'll take care of the paperwork for these two personally. It's just that the principal has been hoping to open a new campus near the International Tower. Do you think you might be able to put in a word?"
Maria struck a magnanimous pose, like she was bestowing a favor.
"That's nothing. The International Tower belongs to my husband. You handle this cleanly, and forget one campus. I'll have him sign over ten."
The moment those words left her mouth, the parents' eyes lit up. One by one they crowded around Maria.
"Mrs. Perez, our family runs a premium flower farm. Whatever your husband's company needs, we'll supply it all, top-shelf quality, guaranteed!"