Natalie's pov
The folder sat on my dresser in the room that still felt too strange to be mine.
I was at the edge of my bed, staring at it, and then at the message on my phone.
‘If you value your scholarship, stop reading that file.’
I knew exactly who it was from.
It must be one of Kian's stupid pranks again.
“He must think I'm a fool. If he believes this stupid text would scare me away, then he is mistaken.” I scoffed softly.
Opening the folder, my eyes scanned through that strange page.
I studied the shipment record, trying to make sense of the figures and what it meant.
Nothing changed.
The numbers remained numbers.
The shipment codes remained just that - shipment codes.
And the strange note scribbled at the bottom remained just as confusing as it had been an hour ago.
