Still not sure you believe Natasha. The claim of giving away a billion dollars for escaping the school, just sounded too much. Like a childish exaggeration. But, her terror was genuine, even if the story was a little distorted.
Making her way back to the dorm room, Jessica hoped to get back before Natasha's escape was discovered. Besides, this could be a great story to break on her arrival as a journalist. Hell! If it was as big as she imagined, it might get syndicated and go national. Finally, she'd have the recognition, and not be dismissed as cute. A word she'd come to hate with a passion.
Stuffing the crude map into the bin, as she reached the floor with the dorm rooms. Jessica braced herself to answer to a different name. Trying to imagine 'Natasha' being called out, again and again.
The heavy double doors creaked, as she opened them. Announcing her presence.
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