The door swung open. And I walked in. One look and I knew I had assumed it right.

That blue brat!! Oh how much I hated him this moment.

I permitted to let my innerself to do a little celebration dance although it was too early.

"Chelseaaaaa!! Just the person I have been looking for", I chirped loudly in what Winnie calls my birdy voice. I dragged each word more than necessary.

Chelsea was clearly CLEARLY not expecting my reaction. That much was evident on her face.

Well who asked you to predict bitch! You better know by now how unforeseeable I am. Not even I know what I'll do next.

I was enjoying her facial bearings while weighing my options between throttling the life out of her and shoving a red-hot firebrand into her face.

"You can't barge in here like that. Don't you know manners. Act like the president you are".

I gave her a levelled look. She crossed my limit a long while ago. And suddenly when she was about heave a sigh of relief I smiled at her. She was going to drop dead of shock very soon.

"Well I'll apologise nicely if you want me to". I said as I went in. I trailed an index finger over a love seat.

"Won't you ask me to have a seat? I smiled" . My expression soft and menacing.

I plopped down on the couch and gestured her to sit across me. I could see her sheer desperation to push me over the edge.

The orders she'd been given was clear.

Antogonize Zoya. Get her dander up. Record her go ballistic. Publish it in the Crown next month.

Well, we'll just see about that.

I gave her a waiting look.

Chelsea was a malicious person. But I actually figured the depth of it during the interview for the CROWN. But aforementioned as she was, leading media member as she was, she didn't have a strong enough personality to take matter into own hands. In fact its something common with most malicious people.

Malice needs some quality fuelling to turn into hatred and Chelsea wasn't the person who is capable of the fuelling part. That was someone else's doing. Someone else I knew very well who.

My eyes gradually narrowed and my jaw frighteningly taut that I felt her crumble slowly under my gaze. Her frustrated, exasperated expression started slowly hinting up on fear.

Just where I wanted you to be.

I gestured again to the seat across me and took the liberty of pouring myself a glass of water from the coffee table that rested in between us. I took a long drink before I gave her a look, my eyes glared cold, hard daggers.

"So...your article is the talk of the town", I faked surprise into my tone.

"Which one", she asked in a totally uninterested, I-write-so-many-articles-a-day-can-you-be-mor-specific kind of tone.

Of course I can be specific you bitch. I am counting on it.

"Well it's not like you are some professional editor in a weekly magazine, are you? You only work on one solitary little article once a month right?"

Her face said OUCH!!!!!!

"I don't know what you are talking about".

"Oh I'm talking about the one you wrote about me. You know, the one which you tampered with?" I tilted my head questioningly.

"Tampered with?"

"Yeah. Tampered with. You even uploaded a video on yours and the school blog. Remember?" I smiled sweetly. Sickly sweetly.

"Oh. That". She clearly needed to do a better job feignibg her disinterest.

"Yeah that". The steel in her voice brought her eyes back to mine. She had been trying really hard to not look at them in the past few minutes.

"So tell me why did you edit it". She didn't expect me to be this direct. And I don't beat around the bush. This was the question she most feared.

The few others looked up speechless at our encounter.

"Edit it?" Her voice was shaky. She struggled to keep her compose. "What do you mean edit it?" I haven't edited anything. It's isn't my fault you dislike anything from the video. They were all your words. Maybe you should have thought before you spoke".

If it was entirely upto me, I'd very much wish to drop her in bucket of acid right now.

"You are right. I don't like a lot of things in that video. And yeah about everything there did come out of my mouth. But honey we both know that it wasn't the whole of it. You and I both know how cropped and out of context it is".

"Listen. If you're done wasting my time there's the door. Walk out. You brought this all on yourself. Dont you think that we don't know that you climbed up this far so shortly with just a few pounds of cash. You bought the title of student body president. Shezaad deserved it. While you bought it. Well listen up newcomer. Maybe you can buy it but you can't make us people accept you as our president with your dollars. Now leave".

I could see mock laughs spreading in the faces of the people. I just wanted to punch something so hard. So this was it. They think I bought it. I was high on emotion that ai needed a moment to gather it all and process it. I ground my teeth hard.

Chelsea had already risen up from where she sat with a triumphant look. She read my face. I was angry and irritated. Beyond everything I felt hurt. Very very hurt. I closed my eyes and counted to ten.

"Print a retract", I was glad my voice betrayed no emotion. It was neutral. Like the calm before the storm. But it made her take a hundred and eighty degree turn.

"EXCUSE ME?," Disbelief colored her tone

"Yes. You heard right. Print a retract on the CROWN saying what you wrote this week is a bag of lies. Apologise to the readers. And own up to what you did".

"What on......"

I was up on my feet. Ready to leave.

"Look. Don't feed me your hogwash. Save it for someone who needs it. You print a retract owning up to the detestable, heinous conduct of yours and upload the real interview for everyone to see by tomorrow. And......"

I breathed in. And continued in a slow polite tone that threatened the life out of her

"I am asking this of you way nicely than you deserve. You know that. If you decide to stick to what you want that is totally upto you. I don't mind. But.... I.Will.Do.Myself.Justice. I will assure you of that".

With that I stomped out of the room.

"No I will not do that. You!!! Listen you liar!!!"

Her words drowned behind closed doors.

I will deal with this my way.

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I walked straight to the Director's door and collected myself before I rapped on his door thrice.

"Come in".

I went with the black folder I was holding.

"Miss Zafar! I didn't expect to see you so soon. Me neither sir. Me neither. But I thought that's if I let you observe the idea yourself firsthand, it might help you with the finalisation".

"Observe first hand?"

"Yes sir. The draft I showed you this morning. I have the perfect opportunity to show you how exactly it can work".

"Really? I'm intrigued. What may this be now?"

"Something quite justifying".