Chapter 78
The limousine turned through the university's front gates just after ten in the morning, its black paint gleaming under the autumn sun, tinted windows catching the light in a way that made half the students crossing the quad stop and stare. It was the kind of car that did not belong on a campus like Brigder, a school known more for its quiet, unassuming academic reputation than for the wealth of its student body, and its arrival alone was enough to draw a small crowd of curious onlookers by the time it pulled to a stop outside the administration building.
The driver, dressed in a crisp black uniform, stepped out first, circling around to open the rear door with the kind of practiced, unhurried formality that suggested he had done this exact motion a thousand times before.
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