We followed behind Maria's clicking heels as she led us to the right hallway, where the flooring switched from black marble to a thick, dark grey carpet. This hallway housed the offices for the top of the hierarchy. I mentally noted the head's door on the left and her door directly opposite.
I'd hate to be that close to Leon every day of the week. The heads of houses for the four groups are also here.
That's strange.
"Are students allowed down here?" I enquired with narrowed eyes.
"No, they can email the head of their house if it is urgent," she brushed off, and I felt like grabbing a broom from the closet supply cupboard and beating her with it.
"It's impressive how schools follow capitalist policies," I snickered, shooting her a dirty glare when she turned to frown.
"What does that mean? Aren't you here to sell your activities to our school?" she quipped, assuming she had the upper hand.
