Even if she hadn’t been assigned to investigate this place, Rachel would have known that something was up with Buttercombe Academy.
A campus this large, remotely located in the upper mountain ranges of Virginia, was just weird. The only town for miles around was that creepy little place Wellington. The reception up here was shoddy unless you were hooked up to the school’s Wi-Fi, which opened up a whole different can of worms based on security and privacy. A lot of the other teachers and students might have not seen the eccentricities of this place as anything other than just the trade-off for attending such a prestigious school, but Rachel Conrad knew better.
What’s more, her bosses knew better. They knew what they were sending her into because she was one of the better investigative reporters and one of the names closest to the Yeng Investigation.
For years now, the media had been following the breadcrumbs left by the Yeng Corporation. First the incident in Daven’s Port, the strange disappearances, and the “relocation” of one of its highest paid scientific minds to the aforementioned, remotely located area full of young and impressionable girls who were eating out of the palms of their hands—literally?
That shit just didn’t fly.
And now here she was, snooping around her new cabin like some kind of lunatic.
If they had cameras in these little abodes, they probably thought that she was a crazy person. Flipping over pillows and looking underneath her couch. Her fridge, her bed. Hell, she’d even looked down the drain! But to the best of her untrained eyes, they weren’t watching her…
Which was good, because she was really tired from the drive up.
Rachel Conrad flopped herself down on the couch, already grateful to be off of her feet. Lugging all of her suitcases onto her personal golf cart hadn’t done her any favors either. The woman at the desk said that they had a staff for that, but Rachel couldn’t risk anyone finding out about the cameras that she’d stashed in her luggage.
Honestly this whole process had probably taken ten years off of her life. First that interview with her pig of a boss Ms. Polluck—watching her gorge herself on all that rich fattening food was sickening. And then her creepy Vice Principal Dr. Hinami-whatever, asking her all those personal questions. Pretending like she was just some dumb new teachers like the others… it had been so stressful, all she was worried about was getting found out.
But now she was here. In the belly of the beast, as it were.
To everyone else, she was just Ms. Conrad, the new English Language Arts teacher.
But she was actually Rachel Conrad, deep undercover journalist. And she was going to get to the bottom of the threads that tied the insidious Yeng Corporation to Buttercombe Academy.
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