"We've all been waiting for you, Sister-in-law. The food's been ready for ages!" Eleanor Young said sourly. "Getting that promotion to Vice Principal has really gone to your head, hasn't it? Making a whole table of people wait for just one person!"
"Eleanor, you spend all day cooped up in that little shop of yours. How could you possibly understand the pressures of a real career? The position of Vice Principal is much more senior than a Director, and the work is far more critical. Naturally, I have to be more meticulous! This is a world you'll never be a part of. It's pointless explaining it to you—you wouldn't understand."
Aria Cheney's face was filled with arrogance and smug satisfaction. 'This feeling of being above everyone else... it's simply wonderful!'
"Mom, I want a chicken leg! I'm hungry!" ten-year-old Ray Jennings suddenly yelled, already starting to drool.
