Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever.
But Amory Scout decides that tim...
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Luciana's flee from the States was announced to me by Parker in a group chat.
paarker.holtz: hey guys, have you tried calling luce?? she's not picking up; she's not even opening my messages on insta. her parents said she's moving to England to finish high school there wtf???
hanif_rahim: yo what the hell for real?? I tried to visit her yesterday but they won't let me
I smirk. Luciana, good dog.
amoryscout98: wait luciana is moving?? since when?
paarker.holtz: i just found out today. she's moving to england as soon as she gets discharged. her parents told me when i tried to visit her.
_aidandonovan: what the fuck? just like that? that's so fucking weird
hanif_rahim: did luce say why?
paarker.holtz: that's the thing. I've been trying to contact her but she's not answering her phone and her parents won't let me see her
orsoncalloway: this week just gets worse and worse
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Luciana is gone for good. I make damn sure of that. Hacking into a slew of phones and Facebook profiles- Phineas's, Hanif's, Luciana's, Parker's; I can see them leaving message after message from Luciana, demanding an explanation for her sudden departure. Why she's running off with her tail behind her legs.
Like I've asked and instructed her, she makes vague excuses.
"I'm tired of New York," she texts them, "I'm just leaving because I'm tired of New York. It reminded me of what...Phineas did to me."
Good girl.
I can tell I've terrified Luciana into running away; she's scared shitless by what I can do. I mean, all she got, in the end, is a tarnished reputation and a near-death experience- oh and a lengthy hospital bill. I think she takes my threat even more seriously after Devon, Jack's son and my accomplice- or rather my employee, since I have him on a retainer of a hundred thousand dollars, texts her pictures of her sister, sweet little Isabella, taken by a photographer I've hired off Tor browser. The pictures are pretty terrifying in itself.
There are some of sweet Isabella being escorted to Kensington's courtyard by her maid, another one of Isabella on the street eating yoghurt with her little twelve-year-old friends at Pinkberry. Even one of Isabella coming home from school, the angle and location taken in the public lobby of her apartment. Devon let me read the email before he sent it to her from a blocked, guarded account I've helped set up from the skills I've picked up from ANON420. It was pretty funny. The email had read: Fuck off out of America and maybe I won't sell your sister.
Even if Luciana tries to run to the police and tell them, they won't be able to trace the email location and account holder. And they'll most likely think it's Phineas, terrorizing her from Singapore. Nonetheless, all I need to do is to scare Luciana into going far, far away from the Elites, where she won't ever be a problem again, and terrify her into being too afraid to say anything.
