The string quartet played a lively Vivaldi piece, but the music felt entirely detached from the heavy, charged atmosphere of the Alumni Hall. The physical altercation was over, but the psychological shockwave was still rippling through the room.
Grayson stood near the center floral arrangement, sipping his sparkling water. Toby stood beside him, trying his best to look stoic while his heart hammered against his ribs.
"They are coming," Grayson murmured, not looking away from the crowd.
"Who?" Toby whispered, stiffening. "Security again?"
"The scavengers," Grayson said. "When a dynasty falls, the neighboring kingdoms always rush in to evaluate the one who wielded the sword. Brace yourself, Toby. You are about to become a Vice President in the eyes of the Silicon Valley elite."
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