Emma

Intro  --- **Title: *Impressions*** Oxford University was a place of brilliance, tradition, and brutal judgment — and no one judged more brutally than Emma Holloway. Emma was *the girl*. The one who didn’t just enter a room — she *owned* it. World-famous swimmer, face of luxury fashion, academic star, and undisputed queen of campus. Everyone knew her. Everyone talked about her. And everyone followed her rules. **Rule one: If you look like trash, you are trash.** **Rule two: Keep your mouth shut unless I say otherwise.** **Rule three: First impressions are death sentences — mess it up, you're dead to me.** **Rule four: If I tell you to jump, you don’t ask how high — you jump.** One wrong move — a stain on your shirt, the wrong shoes, a breath out of place — and she was done with you. So when she saw *him* — quiet, wearing a cheap jacket, stepping into a crumbling old house — she didn’t need more than a second. “Poor one,” she said, eyes narrowing in disgust. The name stuck like glue. She used it in class, at dinner, passing him in the library. And he never said a word. Because the house wasn’t his. He was only there to leave a thick envelope of money. No one knew that his silence was a mask. That his wealth didn’t glitter — it whispered. That his bloodline didn’t build companies — it controlled cities. Emma didn’t know who she was mocking. She thought she ruled this place. But he ruled in silence. In shadow. In power no one dared name. And he let her laugh. Let her reign. Let her talk down. Until he wouldn’t. ---