Time to call Elizabeth

Eliza seems like a little madam. I wonder what the best way to play this is; she was entitled and disrespectful, both towards the secretary, and she even called her roommate a skank before she even met her. This cannot be allowed to continue.

I quickly read the student profile of Eliza's roommate, Daisy Davis.

Without further ado, I pick up the phone and dial the number for Elizabeth's dormitory room. After a few seconds, she answers gruffly.

"What is it?" she snaps.

Ignoring her rudeness, I reply calmly, "Please come to my office immediately, along with your roommate, Daisy."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, and then Elizabeth responds curtly, "Fine. I assume you have arranged for my own room now, correct?"

I slammed the phone down, not even bothering to reply. A short while later, there's a knock on my office door. I call out for them to enter, and Elizabeth and Daisy both enter. Daisy is fully dressed in the school uniform; she kept her arms over her chest at times, trying to hide her obvious big breasts, DD she certainly was, but to my shock Elizabeth has not even changed yet. I motion for them to take seats in front of my desk.

Once they're seated, I stare sternly at Elizabeth. "Eliza, where is your uniform, young lady? She looks angry, and as she is about to burst into a rant about not accepting a nickname, I but in with a very stern voice, "I asked you a question, and I expect to be answered NOW." She wilted at this and answered, "I wasn't changing with HER there."

She looked sideways and almost looked at Daisy like she was dirty. I put my foot down. "Well, young lady, that was certainly a mistake on your part; you and Daisy will remain roommates," Elizabeth tried to interrupt, but I stopped her, "I'd keep my mouth slammed shut if I were you; your behaviour since arriving at this school has been completely unacceptable. Your entitlement, arrogance, and disrespect for authority and your roommate cannot be tolerated. You may think you're above the rules because of your privileged background, but let me assure you, you are not. Here, we believe in teaching young women like yourself important life lessons, even if that means learning things the hard way. Stand outside Eliza while I discuss your punishment with Daisy."

Again, she went to protest, but I held my hand up and then pointed to the door. She left, and I shouted out to her, "Don't even think about pressing your ear to the door either."

Turning to Daisy, I say, "Well, young lady, I hope you're settling in. Why don't you tell me how things have been going from your point of view before we discuss Eliza?"

Daisy looks shocked, but I can tell she's also relieved not to be the target of my anger.