Ellen’s POV

I hunched over the toilet in the bathroom of the elite private school, my stomach lurching as I battled a wave of nausea. The school was a haven for the children of the wealthy and powerful, a world far removed from my own.

Just over a week ago, I’d secured a job here as a kitchen worker, despite having no real qualifications beyond a basic education. I’d managed to win over the director with charm, landing the position on the spot. No one suspected the true purpose behind ...