You can't play favorites

‘Now, Miss Owen. Miss de la Ortega was here first, and she needs my help too,” you say. “I can’t play favorites, now.”

“But you said, you said I was…” Emily replies, disappointment written in her eyes.

“You are, you are,” you say, leaning forward. “You’ve a good girl. But you know what makes a good girl? She does what she’s told. Are you being a good girl?”

“No…yes, sir,” she says, eyes downcast.

“Very well. Come back after my classes this afternoon and we'll discuss your behavior. Shall we go now, Miss de la Ortaga?” you say.

As you leave the room and walk toward your cabin, you feel satisfaction. You’ve got your hooks deep into that girl. If she shows up this afternoon, you’ll know you can rob her blind, use her in any of your other scams, and she won’t hesitate. Another job well done. Well done enough you feel a little bad about it.

Pushing that feeling down, you turn to Miranda. “So, how many of your friends are working on this project?”

“Oh, you have met almost all of them. There is just one more,” she said.

As you approach the cabin, you can see two girls waiting to either side of the door. Serena stands to the right, looking at the ground. On the other side of the door a dark-haired, busty girl with glasses you recognize from your last class yesterday leans against the wall, giving Miranda a sideways glance. “And there is the last one! Hola, Abby!” Miranda shouts cheerfully.