Owen Moreland's calls would come every day, and they would talk for a while each time, carefully avoiding those troublesome issues.
That evening, she left the library, had dinner at the cafeteria, and on her way back to the dormitory, she met Viola Harris limping back to the dorm.
In the end, Viola had been moved to pursue modeling and had recently signed up for a modeling training class. Besides attending class, she went there for body training and T-stage walk practice, and would sometimes skip the less important classes.
Amelia helped her upstairs and prepared a basin of hot water for her to soak her feet.
Viola grimaced in pain as she placed her blistered feet into the basin, "Thank you."
Amelia smiled, opened her mouth to say something, but then her phone rang.
She looked at the phone, it was a call from Gabriel Nelson.
Amelia frowned slightly and answered the call.
"Amelia, I'm outside Bordine University, I have something to talk to you about," he said.