CHAPTER ₅

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⁂⁑⁎3rd person pov⁎⁑⁂

"Hi Mr. President si-sir w-would you like a refill," asks Wynter fake stuttering as she approaches Pres. Sanity.

He looks her up and down with no emotion shown on his face and nods as he hands her his empty glass. 'He's a bitch,' Wynter thought as she put on a fake smile and poured the poisonous alcohol in his glass she halted when he said, "Are you new?"

She quickly continues to pour his drink to not provoke him with further doubt. "Yes sir I had just joined recently," she says as she hands him back his drink. He doesn't seem quite convinced but lets it go thinking it's just been a long night. He sends her off with a shooing hand motion. She forces a smile trying not to knock the man on his feet. He watches as she walks away, he is still wary about her but shoos the thoughts away as he pours the drink down his throat.

As Wynter walks away she really thought she would be busted, but she hurries up so she can leave. She puts the pitcher on a table and walks away to go slip into the janitor's closet to get dressed. She fixes herself up looking the way she came in, flawless.

She creaked open the door looked out and walked back into the ballroom unnoticed. She looks at the girls at double winks, and they nod back and they start to catch up to her as she walks out, all of them come to a halt when someone comes and taps Rouge on the shoulder.

"Why hello Rouge."