Claude stepped out of his limousine and buttoned his suit.
A teaching staff, probably one of the heads of the department rushed forward. “Welcome, Mr. Loller. Everyone has arrived, and we are waiting at the main hall."
Those dark brown eyes deepened with a mean glare. “Are you saying that I'm late?"
The man in a dull blue suit lifted a shocked, fearful gaze and apologized profusely.
The brute of the business world, a pivotal plutocrat, the VVIP of Walden College's alumni, tucked both hands into the pockets of his luxurious black pants and moved up the stairs.
The head of the school's PR department scuttled along behind the majestic build of a man keeping his gaze on the ground, and his face out of sight.
The thirty-two-year-old CEO of the Loller Group, one of the major corporatio
