CHAPTER FOUR

Dreake is First class most upscale district.

It is a modern center for gleaming and glamorous luxury. Famous designer brands, and dining options that span high-end restaurants to bars and nightclubs with only the biggest DJs in the country.

The whole district was ablaze with glistening lights.

Louloudi was awed by the beauty of this place. Even then, when her family was still in the First class district, Louloudi had never been to this place as her family was not affluent enough to have any 'business' there.

It was so early but the whole area was overflowing with vitality, youths who are just retiring from last night's clubbing can be seen on the street with their assistants or drivers respectfully leading them home.

The whole atmosphere was filled with the heavy scent of opulent debauchery.

Xander parked the car in the parking lot of the building they were heading into. Louloudi almost got dizzy from the rows of expensive cars lined up in the parking lot.

It is this early and a lot of people are in the salon on a Monday morning too.

At the front of the building, there was a sign that said 'Seventh Key Establishment'. There was also the clan mark of the Lincoln clan on it.

Each clan has its clan mark. It is how you tell who belongs to what clan and which establishment is owned by what clan. Since entering this district, Louloudi noticed how all the establishments had various clan marks beside the business name.

Maria led Louloudi to the salon. There was a receptionist who confirmed their reservation before asking them to wait in the reception room for their stylist.

The receptionist led them to a room, Louloudi took a quick glimpse at the sign on the door before entering.

Level C?

There were six people in this reception room, each doing their own thing, either reading a fashion magazine, on their phone, or drinking wine.

"Sage will be with you shortly ma'am." She then gestured with both hands to the wine cabinet on the other side of the room "Would you like to have a drink ma'am?"

"No thank you"

Maria has not sat down since they entered the reception room. Louloudi noticed how the help or assistants of the other people in the room were standing. She turned to invite Maria to sit with her as there was enough space to fit them both. But seeing does judging eyes directed at her, Louloudi figured it was better to keep her mouth shut.

Louloudi had felt eyes on her when she walked into this room. It is nothing surprising as the people in the room will want to take a look at the newcomer. But ten minutes later the feeling of being watched has not waned out one bit.

Louloudi looked up in time for her eyes to meet with the other person. A dark-eyed, dark-haired girl, she looked to be around Louloudi's age, with an equally young male assistant behind her. Louloudi noticed how her eyes kept darting to her wrist and came to a realization that this stranger probably wanted to know which clan she belonged to as people can be identified with the clan marks on their wrists.

Louloudi turned her clean, fair, and markless wrist to the strange who frowned in disgust after seeing this.

There was pure contempt in her eyes.

The mood of the whole room dropped to a freezing point which means the other people have also been secretly paying attention to Louloudi.

"Miss Thompson, Sage is ready for you".

The receptionist showed up at the right time. Louloudi released a breath she did not know she was holding before being led to another room.

The stylist Sage had an active and adventurous personality.

She had gingered colored hair and green eyes with a petite build.

She rushed to hug Maria as soon as they came in.

Louloudi was surprised when she saw them communicating through sign language. She had thought the notebook was the only medium of communication as Maria is only mute and not deaf.

Sage seemed to have just realized that there was another person in the room. She turned to Louloudi with a business smile, a sharp contrast from what she displayed toward Maria.

Pardon my manners ma'am -She did not look like she wanted to be pardoned

I did not see you standing there- Now that's bullsh*t. She brushed Louloudi's shoulder to get to Maria.

But Louloudi liked it.

She could tell that Sage lacked the extreme carefulness and deliberate fawning that other lower-class people demonstrate towards the Elites.

For most of them, it might not be their fault as it is hard to get a job in the First class district especially if you are from the lower district.

Sage led Louloudi to the seat and then signed to Maria who replied by signing back. Sage nodded "black hair dye, new haircut, and light make-up"

Louloudi was wondering why she needed to dye her hair black when her hair color was black, to begin with. She directed a questioning gaze at Maria who in turn wrote oh her notebook.

"A darker black looks better on your skin color"

Remembering how Xander said Maria had worked for other Elite families, Louloudi let her worries go. At least Maria has more knowledge about this and there was also a professional here.

By the time they left Dreake district for the Academy, it was already past 8.

.....

Due to the advent of technology, a lot of situations that used to be very demanding and time-consuming have become more trouble-free.

This is why Louloudi, who just started her first day in the academy is walking straight to her classroom instead of the admissions officer's office.

Every student has a school email registered by the school management at their time of entry. Any information concerning the activities of the school is usually relayed through this medium.

Louloudi had already received all the information concerning her classes for the semester and a map of her classroom.

Xander had dropped her off at the entrance of the south wing for easy access.

Louloudi finally understood the difference between a school in the lower district where she came from and a school in the First Class district.

The school buildings had bright and open spaces that made students feel at ease. The whole atmosphere was filled with warmth and comfort. The hallways had soft lighting, it was decorated with murals and mosaics.

Louloudi felt energetic by just walking in the hallway.

Louloudi feels this atmosphere is the best for students to learn and assimilate well.

It is not always about imparting knowledge, the students have to be willing to partake in the exchange of knowledge.

Louloudi feels the school management understood this.

Putting the students first.

Louloudi located her designated classroom quickly.

When she entered, it was empty. Louloudi glanced at the clock attached to the wall, there was still 20 minutes before the start of class.

With nothing to do, Louloudi brought out her phone to go over the file Xander had sent to her phone this morning. It contained detailed information about every member of the class.

Louloudi had her head down as she carefully went through the file.

A particular profile caught Louloudi's attention.

This person got into the school through a scholarship program organized by the school every year.

The best thing about it is that people of all identities can apply and get picked for the scholarship.

That does not mean it is easy to get into. As a matter of fact, It is very hard to get this scholarship.

But, this particular person got the scholarship, the first in almost five years. He also had a one-word name...

"Amory?..."

"yes?"

Louloudi raised her head abruptly and came face to face with a magnified face in front of her.

"fu-mhmmm"

It took all the home training Louloudi had received since birth to stop her from the string of cuss words that were about to spill from her guts.

When had this guy entered? She didn't even know, he did not make any sound and what was it with standing in front of her like that, almost giving her an heart attack!.