Andria's POV
"Zade! Zade!, sweetheart. I think you have a visitor," she called out so fondly.
"I don't want to see anyone. Leave me the hell alone," Zade barked from inside.
"You heard him. He doesn't want to see anyone; he is swamped right now," she replied, chuckling a bit.
She has never changed. Even without knowing that I was Andria, she was the same despicable she-wolf she has been in Reality school.
If she were here for the interview and eventually passed it, Ashwood would change her.
"Tell him that it's an important message from the student council president," I replied, quirking an eyebrow at her.
She bit her lips nervously on hearing my title, and then turned back in. "The visitor is from the student council of president, she said it's important," she called out.
There was no answer from inside. Shortly, I heard Zade's voice approaching the door. "I told you to stop disturbing me. Leave me the hell alone," he murmured as he neared the door.
