Ethan's POV
The afternoon sun beat down as I trudged across the parking lot toward my car. After sitting through back-to-back classes, my brain felt like mush. Between running the art school, classes, and juggling assignments, my schedule was packed tighter than a sardine could.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Probably Hannah or Stella with another one of their creative threats. Those two had gotten way too comfortable with plotting my demise lately.
I fished out my phone, surprised to see Oliver's name flashing on the screen.
"Hey Oliver, what's up?"
"Mr. Williams! How's our young entrepreneur doing?" His voice carried that familiar mix of amusement and authority.
"Just finished classes. My brain's about ready to leak out my ears after that corporate finance class."
Oliver chuckled.
