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[sub]Featuring: [color=bd3f6e]Becca Helmsley[/color]
Location: BHHS, Principal Evans’ Office[/sub][/center]
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	Hailey Green had fallen so far, and Becca hadn’t even had to lift a finger. Jamie’s article had effectively torn HOT apart in the eyes of the student body. Hailey’s resignation as student body president had come shortly afterwards, and the gossip mill had made that public almost instantly. Ophelia wasn’t about to win any popularity contests, and Trixie was a trainwreck. Becca’s opportunity had come.

	The school was empty at 6:45 in the morning, save for the staff, which was just how Becca wanted it. She’d woken up early that morning, and dressed for the occasion. Her ripped jeans and dark blue blouse were casual, yet professional, and the cropped leather jacket and black Doc Martens gave her an air of authority that wasn’t likely to be dismissed. Truth be told, her [i]name[/i] gave her an air of authority, more than any outfit ever good, but Becca would never let it be said that she did not dress to impress.

	When Becca opened the door to Principal Evan’s office, his secretary was present, in discussion about something that Becca did not overhear, nor care about. Smiling, she took a seat in front of his desk, setting her tote bag casually on the seat next to her, earning a befuddled stare from the head of her school, and a moment of silence. To his credit, he recognized her, and her importance. [color=074460][b]“Bev, can you give me a moment?”[/b][/color] The older woman nodded, and hurried out, giving Becca one last glance before shutting the door. [color=074460][b]“What can I do for you Becca?”[/b][/color] he asked, a resigned sigh punctuating his question. Despite Becca and her siblings’ unorthodox attendance, Becca had visited Evans’ office with various requests and complaints a grand total of twenty three times. She was a frequent flyer in the administrative wing.

	[color=bd3f6e][b]“So nice of you to ask, Michael.”[/b][/color] Becca smiled at Principal Evans, before pressing on. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Now, as you know, Hailey Green has unfortunately stepped down as student body president. Of course, this wouldn’t normally be a problem, but I’m personally concerned for Trixie. Her mental state right now is questionable, at best. Even you can see that, right Michael?”[/b][/color]

	Principal Evans remained silent. He’d had enough meeting with the heiress to know that she had more on the way.

	[color=bd3f6e][b]“I’ll cut to the chase. I think we need a special election. If Trixie wishes to remain as vice president, I’d be happy to have her, but I truly believe that she’s just not cut out for the demands of the job,”[/b][/color] Becca said. Her tone dripped with false sympathy and arrogance. 

	[color=074460][b]“Becca, as much as I’d love to help you, I simply can’t hold a special election because you personally deem the vice president unfit. It’s just not fair to Trixie,”[/b][/color] Principal Evans said, shaking his head. Somehow, he knew she wouldn’t take that answer so easily, but it was worth a shot.

	[color=bd3f6e][b]“I anticipated that response, and I offer a rebuttal. The students have a right to choose their student body president, and I think you’ll find that both Trixie’s opinion of the job, and her peers’ opinion of her has changed dramatically since the election was held. The students deserve to choose based on their current knowledge. In fact, you’ll find that I had a petition signed, requesting a special election.”[/b][/color] Becca reached into her tote bag and retrieved a paper, boasting one hundred signatures in various handwritings. In truth, many of those signatures were forgeries, but she was confident that Principal Evans would not resort to an investigation of the signees. Daddy had taught her to win, not to play fair.

	Becca slid the paper across the desk and let Principal Evans study the paper for a moment before speaking up. [color=bd3f6e][b]“In the event that this isn’t enough to open your eyes, my father has told me that he doesn’t really feel secure donating to a school that doesn’t respect the wishes of it’s student body. He’s very supportive of youth involvement in politics, and doesn’t feel comfortable supporting a school that stands in the way of it.”[/b][/color] Becca grinned at Principal Evans, her trump card played. At the end of the day, money talked, and she had plenty of it.

	The middle aged administrator leaned back in his chair and let out a defeated sigh. He’d been worried about that. Becca always played the money card. The truth was, BHHS relied on donations from wealthy benefactors, and the Helmsley’s had poured plenty into the school. Their annual donations were generous, and losing the next one would be deeply unfortunate. [color=074460][b]“I can look into having a special election held,”[/b][/color] Evans said, admitting defeat.

	Becca grinned. [color=bd3f6e][b]“I knew you’d see it my way. A pleasure, as always, Michael.”[/b][/color] Becca stood up and exited the office, waving to Bev on her way back into the halls of BHHS. Reaching into her tote once more, she pulled out a stack of papers with her face printed on the front. Underneath her smiling visage were the words, “Becca Helmsley For SBP: Integrity Is Key.” She hummed the tune to a certain Disney song as she taped them up around the school.