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And nothing prepares me for the dinner she’s made. I’ve got a juicy filet of salmon, spiced chickpeas and asparagus. It looks delicious, but my appetite is destroyed when I look over at Virgo’s plate.
Her salmon is a fraction of the size of mine, the chickpeas look bland, and there’s no butter on her asparagus. At best, it’s a child-sized portion, but I’m not even sure a kid would eat that unappetizing plate.
“Where the fuck is the rest of it?” I demand.
“Ms. Virgo’s meal has been carefully agreed with Ms. Elena,” Nanny informs me with a tone that suggests she might stick it out through Eric and Elena’s temper tantrums better than most other nannies have.
As far as sisters go, Virgo is pretty. She’s slim compared to most American girls, but for as long as I can remember, Elena’s had this idea in her head that because Virgo’s Vietnamese, she’s got to be ‘Asian-thin’, which is a thing that only exists in Elena’s head.
I thought it had gotten better the past couple of years, because whenever we have dinner, Virgo’s had the same food on her plate as me, and not once had Elena made a passing comment on her weight.
“Is this what it’s like when I’m not here?” I ask, directing my question at Virgo.
“It’s fine,” Virgo tells me like this whole thing is normal, and then proceeds to eat her meal like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever had.
The moment Nanny leaves the room, Virgo bursts into tears.
I’m still raging when I race back to my dorm. Despite my plans to stay, Virgo insists I go back to campus. According to her, she asked Elena to help her lose weight because she’s put on a few pounds.
There isn’t a bone in my body that believes her, but right now, I’m powerless to do anything. Virgo is still a kid, and there’s nowhere I could take her without Eric finding us and dragging us back. Unappetizing meals would be the least of our problems then.
I’ve barely gotten into the house when Syn appears.
“What’s wrong?” he asks the moment he sees me, whatever he’s about to say, no longer important.
“Elena has Virgo on a diet. Again.”
Syn folds his arm and jut’s his jaw as he thinks. Then he closes his eyes and sighs. “We’ll get our revenge. It’s just a matter of time.”
I wish it was just a matter of time.
The truth is, I’ve now got evidence lined up that would ruin Eric and Elena under normal circumstances. Sixteen affairs between the two of them, violence, abuse, and racism to people they employ—including video evidence. Documents which show neither me nor Virgo were legally obtained when they ‘adopted’ us.
But Eric’s family are an integral part of the oil industry. They’ve financed so many campaigns for government positions, right up to the White House, that anything we tried would be covered up in a heartbeat.
Syn knows as well as I do, that even if we get to a position where we hold the power, we won’t. The Elite hold the power.
Or that’s what everyone has been led to believe.
But within the Elite, are a smaller number of people who really do hold all the power in the country. Every election is rigged. Every president is carefully chosen, regardless of how different their policies are, because of the control that is held by these few.
A secret society within an elite brotherhood.
And even when you’re a member and you have that power to wield, you can never really use it without it destroying you in the process.
I wave my hand and shake my head. “I’m going to go play a game.”
Syn narrows his eyes. “Speaking of revenge and games. The worm was in the library today, with some bullshit excuse, and not a single apology. Change her schedule.”
Nodding, I pull out my phone and open the app. The app the university uses for scheduling and emails is the same as the one the faculty uses for their scheduling—and both were created by me. It takes seconds to remove Tori from her next shift, so it only shows on her schedule.
“What’s going on with her socials?” Syn asks.
“Nothing. She’s literally the only person I know with no social media,” I reply without looking up from my phone as I play around with her work roster some more.
To be fair to her, few teenagers have any knowledge when it comes to security and privacy settings on social media. They share way too much information, far too easily. Admittedly, my tech skills in high school were far superior to most, but it hadn’t taken me long to get all her information.
So, I wasn’t surprised when someone doxed her, sharing all this information with the world. The comments had come in fast and furious. Her socials were gone within two months.
