Tiffany Rockefeller and Jessica were whispering about something. When she heard Anya's voice, she turned around, a sweet smile on her face.
"Anya, darling," she said enthusiastically. "You know how close we are. Your business is my business, isn't it?"
Anya looked at the still-enthusiastic Tiffany and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The last time she had refused to get a college offer with Tiffany by 'transitioning,' she had been on edge for a while. She had always known that Tiffany was a petty girl.
"Um... here's the thing," Anya paused. "I need a map of the industrial zoning plan changes for New York for the last 50 years. You said last time that your family has one."
"Oh..." Tiffany slapped her forehead. "You're talking about that. Silly me."
"What do you need it for?" she asked, looking at Anya, who was leagues prettier than her. "Is it for those projects Ms. Wood told us about?"
"Yes," Anya nodded. "Tiffany, you're the best. Please help me out this time."
