Volpe: Book One by Katy Rose

Author:Katy Rose [Rose, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Three days of fun in the sun is what follows. We build sandcastles with Natalia and take her snorkeling. Just relaxing and actually enjoying our little family and life. It is a strange sort of calm. I am able to actually sketch dolphins and paint the sunset one night. “The calm before we storm the college” as Kaleb calls it. I don’t look at the cellphones again after that first night. Making three large withdrawals from Diego and Mr. Rodriguez’s accounts. Our sum total in the offshore account is a little over twenty-nine million.

The Elliots' account was very lucrative. I give the password information to Babbino for the children’s center. I also give him the girl’s names that we know were raped by the seven lacrosse teammates. He makes sure there are checks sent to each girl who needs the money sent from a lawyer in the names of the boys who raped them. In the end, I have six names, and they are all higher-ups. Wall Street bigwigs, celebrities, and businessmen. I know it is the tip of the iceberg, but it seems like we are making progress. I even got a slight tan on my pasty skin while down here. So yeah, progress.

When we get back to New York is when the real work begins. November in New York is not as warm and sunny as Cancun. The wind likes to come at you fast and strong punch from a heavyweight. It knocks you back and refuses to let you breathe. Pulling up the neck of my sweater, I try and cover as much skin as possible as I make my way across the commons toward the art building. We have to go back to classes; thankfully our long weekends were also aligned with fall break and a SIP day for the professors. No one seems to be the wiser as to where we were. They just know we got surprised with an adopted sister and vacation with our father. Rich people only care about everyone else’s business that makes them feel better or more superior to their peers. Monday is still Monday though. Shittastic. I am running late because I was up way too late hacking into the security cameras for President Walker's home and office. When hunting large prey, it is best to stalk from back far enough that he will not notice. Eventually, the hunter shows his hand, and by then, it is too late.

I make it to Art Histories right in time and grab my normal seat. I brought with me my dissertation on The History of Mental Illness in Surrealism Throughout History. I am done besides editing and turning it in. I am hoping Professor Mellum has time to read through the forty pages. She usually makes time for those she deems worthy, so fingers crossed. Setting up my canvas, I look at the subject. It is a self-portrait. I hate doing them. My hair is so blonde it is practically white, and I am forced to look at all the flaws I see in my appearance.

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