The morning sun shone on the perfectly polished hood of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, reflecting the image of the magnificent Sinclair University buildings. Julian sat in the backseat, straightening his stark white shirt cuffs. On his wrist, the Sovereign’s Seal pulsed faintly, as if keeping pace with his heartbeat, which was now much calmer than yesterday.
"We have arrived, Sir," the driver said, stopping the car right in front of the main hall lobby.
"Open the door ten seconds after Damian Vance gets out of his car," Julian ordered. His eyes were fixed on Damian’s silver Porsche, which had just stopped a few meters ahead of them.
"Understood, Sir."
Outside, a crowd of students and professors had gathered for the annual Sinclair Visionary Gala. Damian stepped out of his car with style, hol
