Lucian Thorne had negotiated with oil magnates in Dubai and stared down hostile takeover bids from Wall Street sharks, but as he stood outside Classroom 4B of the "Little Einsteins Academy," his palms were sweating.
He looked down at his attire. Per Elara’s strict instructions, he wasn't wearing his suit. He wore a simple navy sweater and dark jeans. He felt n***d without his silk tie. In his hand, he clutched a cardboard box of supplies he’d bought at a craft store at 6:00 AM.
"Mr. Thorne? The children are ready for you."
The teacher, a bright-eyed woman who clearly had no idea she was speaking to a man whose net worth could buy the entire school district, ushered him in.
The room smelled of apple juice and finger paint. Twenty-five pairs of curious eyes looked up at him from a colorf
