Your spy is in trouble

As you stroll back around the building you can see some kind of confrontation taking place. Moving a little closer you see that it involves Dean Hawkfeather and Valerie Cummins, your spy. As you watch he points towards the Mellon building, clearly ordering the girl to go there, then following in her wake with Ms. Naylor, Honey Thibodeaux and Mason Carter.

From the frightened look on her face, it's evident that Valerie is in trouble, but what she might have done to get herself in difficulty so soon after the orientation meeting is not clear. You doubt it's about you, but you stroll closer nearing the knot of students who the departing faculty members have left behind.

They're clustered around two dark skinned girls wearing headscarves and gauzy leggings in addition to their uniforms. The girls look relieved, and the other students are chattering words of support.

"That stupid bitch is going to get what's coming to her," a willowy blonde says happily. "Don't worry, Rayhana she won't bother you or Safiyah again."

"She'll be lucky if she can sit down for a week," another girl says, and you recognise Rina Duncan, one of the cheerleaders paddled for drunkenness, and the leader of the trio you fucked in the gymnastics room the day before. "If we got it for drinking, she should get the skin slapped off her stupid ass for this. Oh! Hello Mr. Sharp!" she says suddenly noticing your approach.

"Good morning ladies," you greet them, getting a chorus of trills back in response. "What's going on?"

"Valerie Cummins was bullying Rayhana and Safiyah, and Mr. Carter put a stop to it," Rina explains. "She was insulting him, and saying the Dean couldn't touch her because her daddy's so rich, when the Dean showed up and heard her. It was wonderful," she giggles spitefully. "It's just what she deserves, the way she acts. Like she's better and richer than anyone."

There is a chorus of scornful laughter from the other girls, and you have little doubt that all of them come from families as wealthy or wealthier than the arrogant Valerie Cummins. You smile and thank the girls for the information, wishing them good morning before walking away.

So your spy has got herself in trouble, you think, musing over the possible ramifications, and wondering if she's become a liability.