No One's Pov
Vivien's anger surged. She regained her balance, her eyes flashing behind her glasses. She couldn't see this "Miss Amelia" yet, but the assistant was being a total ass.
"Excuse me?" Vivien called out, her voice echoing in the hallway.
The assistant stopped and turned around, looking Vivien up and down with pure disgust. "Are you deaf? I said move. People like you shouldn't be blocking the path of someone like Miss Amelia."
Vivien crossed her arms, a cold aura settling over her. "People like me? You mean students who actually belong on this campus? Last I checked, the hallway is a public space, not a private runway for people with personality deficiencies."
The assistant's face turned beet red. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I am the head personal aide to the heiress of the- "
