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My father's biggest concern was not being able to surround me with the same level of protection I'd grown up with. The compound was heavily guarded at all times, and a driver escorted me to a nearby private school and anywhere else I needed to go. Naturally, Papa tried strong-arming me into using security at school, but I quickly shot down the idea. The whole point in going away was to experience life by spreading my wings and enjoying the freedom I'd never gotten a chance to taste as a child. I wanted out of the small, protective bubble I'd been forced to grow up in. Having guards on campus would draw too much attention. Which was exactly what I didn't want. For the first time in my life, I wanted anonymity. I wanted to be a normal college girl who lived in the dorms, studied at