She’d lost thirty points just because her pen ran out of ink on the essay? If she’d had a working pen and finished the test... she probably would have aced the literature section, too.
No one ever got perfect scores in every subject. That just didn’t happen. Well, unless you were talking about Charlotte.
Eleanor stood near the door, taking a deep breath to calm herself before texting the literature teacher, explaining what had happened. The literature teacher had basically been in agony, thinking his subject was the only thing keeping Charlotte from a perfect record.
With the text sent, Eleanor turned her attention back to the vice-chancellor of The Cabinda University, worry creasing her brow. Charlotte’s literature grade really had dragged her down.
“Charlotte, I’ll give you another shot at the literature exam. If you score above 130, I’ll admit you right now.” The vice-chancellor glanced at her other scores, keeping his voice low. “Are you willing to do that?”
It was a total shortcut, and everyone knew it. Nobody in their right mind would say no.
The moment he spoke, Olivia’s head snapped up, her heart stuck in her throat. If Charlotte agreed, Olivia’s shot at The Cabinda University would probably disappear.
But what happened next shocked everyone.
Charlotte just smiled, looking calm and almost amused. “Sorry, I’m not interested.”
The whole room went dead silent.
Not interested? If she didn’t retake the literature test, she’d lose her chance at the best university in the country.
The vice-chancellor wasn’t expecting that at all. His face froze, and he looked a little lost. “Why not?”
With her skills, getting 130 would be no problem. Why would anyone turn this down?
Charlotte spoke evenly. “First, I didn’t meet the requirement. Taking a retest wouldn’t be fair to the other students. It just wouldn’t feel right.”
“Second, I’m not happy with my score overall. I want to work harder and do better.”


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