“Can you bring her to the other side? I cannot park here,” the Professor said, as his car slowed down in front of an impressive preschool building.
“It has never made sense why they could not build a bigger garage.” He murmured.
Myra nodded, and got out of the car.
It did not make sense to her why his daughter went to a preschool outside the Ciaran complex.
Although this school looked like it was built for the rich too, the one she had seen at the complex was so much better.
And it was made for its billionaire residence.
What then was the use of not taking advantage of it?
She raised her identification card up to the scanner, and was granted access to the building.
Her information had been added to the preschool's database by Ms Doe yesterday.
She walked down the halls after
