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 Krystian looked directly into my eyes and blinked a few times. My question had left him mute, as if cats had gotten under his tongue. Kim's White was probably in school. I blamed myself for thinking of her. I didn't want anything to do with Kim at the time, and we weren't on speaking terms.

"Krystian," I said while folding my arms as I was no longer afraid of him. "What's holding your tongue?"

"You seem to think you have me cornered. I'm going to tremble with terror and admit to crimes I didn't do." Krystian smiled charmingly. "Better luck next time, new girl."

"It's because she's not your sister." He was going to step away from me when I unfolded my arms. His remarks matched mine, and it hurt. "Because if she was, you would be fighting like crazy to make sure she got the justice she deserved. You don't have to explain what transpired that day to me. I'll find it out myself, even if it is the last thing I do."

I spun and proceeded towards the classroom. Talk with him, Seidi advised. Talking with him at least, it appeared he wasn't concerned that I was Danielle's sister.

I quickly apologised after running into Toyosi, on my way back to class. She smiled kindly at me.

"It's fine. Heading back to class?" I nodded. She looked over my shoulder. "I thought I heard Krystian's voice."

"Yeah, I was talking to him not too long," I responded half-heartedly but became more aware when her warm smile lost its warmth. "I was asking him about the next subject and if he had an interest in the press club. I heard he was the last person to be there before Danielle's death."

"Oh," Toyosi nodded, "talking to him about the next subject. Aren't you on speaking terms with Kim?" I laughed off her question and disregarded the fact that she pretended that I hadn't just made a full statement. And talking terms with Kim? Was she subtly attempting to uncover rumours?

"I'm off to class, Toyosi," I said, giving her a small smile before avoiding her and returning to the classroom. Naturally, I felt her eyes following me, but I made an intentional attempt to ignore her.

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With my laptop open and Danielle's thumb drive clinging to the edge, I lay on my bed. I had to see if she had made any other drafts unrelated to the love lives of the Elites.

I swayed my legs back and forth in midair, searching through articles for something useful. My phone beside me kept buzzing while showing new messages on my home screen. Kim suggested that the class create a WhatsApp chat group, using the science class from the previous set as an example, which helped the most difficult student in that class.

Naturally, I was cool with the idea—I was all for anything that could help learning—but instead, they turned the group chat into a gossiping site.

Buzz~Buzz

I glanced at my home screen as my phone lit up. 

𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎: 𝚂𝚜𝟹 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚜¦𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕! 

I shook my head at the post and focused on the laptop screen instead. We were in Ss3, so what other seniors were they talking about? I'd given up on chatting in the group, seeing that the first thing a boy decided to talk about in the group was Miss. Susan's flat ass. His words, not mine. 

I couldn't find any other words related to a topic like that of the Elites, aside from numbers. So I decided to go to the first document with numbers and click on it. To my surprise, there were words in it. Angry words. 

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎; 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝! 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚃𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕? 𝙷𝚘𝚠? 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝙸? 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝? 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎; 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎!

Was my sister ranting? Was I reading her rants? This was different from the draft she'd kept for the Elites. Looking at the draft I'd read the other day, one could tell it wasn't finished. She'd written down what she wanted to publish next on her press club but hadn't added enough details to it. But this? These were rants. A no-name rant. And she was talking about Toyosi. 

I scurried over to the second document and gave it a click.

𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚢𝚖𝚗 𝚒𝚗-𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚋𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚢𝚖𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝚢𝚖𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎.

There was more as I scrolled to the next page. 

𝙷𝚢𝚖𝚗'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊. 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚜𝚒, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎?! 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. 

I covered my mouth with my hands after reading the third document in her press club file, an e-diary. Toyosi had the effrontery to slap my sister. I was mad on my sister's behalf, irrespective of the fact that I was reading a one-sided rant. She was family, and no one touched family. 

"Delphine," I gasped as I quickly turned to see Trust knocking on my opened door. I thought he was downstairs. How come he was in my room? "Come cook dinner; I'm hungry."

"I'm doing my homework," I said as I stood up and prepared to close my room's door. I wasn't his maid. This was my house; he was only squatting. If he wanted food, then he should go make one himself. 

I held my door handle, waiting for him to see himself out so I wouldn't slam the door in his face. Trust glanced back at my face and down at the tight tank top I was putting on.

"How old are you again, Delphine?" He asked without warning.

"That isn't any of your concern," I said, slamming the door in his face. The way he had gazed at me made me shudder, and I twice bolted my door to keep him out. "Pervert."

I moved to my computer to read the next document with numbers but stopped. Did I want to find out? Could it be solved? Danielle wasn't on great terms with Toyosi, which was a surprise. I thought her rants would be filled with Ore's name on it, but they weren't. Shaking my head, I braced myself for the next document. Nothing. I looked at the other ones with numbers but there was nothing. Just irrelevant timelines and schedules for her press club. I fell onto my bed and closed my eyes. 

Indeed, Toyosi wasn't perfect, as Kim claimed. 

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It felt like I was jumping to conclusions by just accepting my sister's rant, but I just couldn't help it. My tummy rumbled, and I looked at the time on my home screen before getting up. It was past seven; Debby would've been back by now. I got out of bed and out of the room. I could hear my sister's voice as I descended the stairs. I moved to the kitchen to see my sister laughing at something Trust was saying to her while she kept the groceries she'd gotten on her way home. 

"Hey, how are you?" Debby noticed me and gave me a delightful grin.

"Fine, welcome, sister." I approached her and assisted her in removing the Afang leaves from the black leather bag. "You'll slice; I'll pound."

"Great choice," my sister chirped. I could tell it was because she didn't have the energy to pound. I chuckled at that. 

"Why don't I leave you two ladies in the kitchen while I go to the living room? The Chelsea match is about to start."

Trust didn't mean anything to me so I didn't care what he did. Before he left the kitchen for us, he leaned in and kissed my sister on the cheek.

My sister shot me a knowing glance as I turned to face her. "What is it?"

"Uncle Trust," 

"What about him?" 

"Can you tell him not to come into my room again?" Debby sighed but remained silent. "I'm not kidding, sister. The way he was staring at me, . . ." I stopped myself. I simply had to. "He asked about my age; what did he want to use it to do?"

She pulled several cooking-related stuff out of its black nylon and said, "He's probably curious," in a weak voice. "Trust wants to learn more about you; permit him. He will soon become your brother-in-law, so it's only natural."

That idea brought a huge frown to my face. Trust finally becoming a family? May God forbid it. "My room is out of his reach, sister, and I'm serious. He shouldn't step into my room again; that's my personal space, and he isn't welcome in it."

"Hmmm!" Debby glanced at me. "Margaret Thatcher! I've heard you. Now, can you stop talking about my boyfriend? I'm sure he's been sneezing nonstop because of your talk."

I had much to say . . . the company, Mr. Ambrose, but looking at Debby's face, I knew it wasn't worth the risk. I couldn't imagine us arguing again, all because of Trust. 

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