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“That’s weird…” Bianca stared at the inbox of her school email on her phone before putting on her short black ankle boots and pulling her jeans down over them.
Claudia lounged on her bed, a fat biochemistry book open in front of her and a fleet of slender Post-it notes scattered like brightly colored flower petals around her. “What’s weird?”
“The university president just emailed me. He has some special guests coming on campus today. He wants me to join them on a tour.”
“You are the president’s daughter. I’m surprised Ackerman even kept his promise not to trot you out like a prized pony this long.” Claudia highlighted something in her book, still not looking up.
“I know. Mr. Ackerman has been pretty low-key up till now.” She remembered her interview day, when the only question she’d
