Freya’s POV
The Pallas Consortium.
The name had been bouncing around campus for days now, gaining steam with every whisper. Some said it was just another high-society showoff, others claimed it was a corporate giant too powerful for the school to snub. Either way, Arlington was putting on its best face for the donation ceremony, and everyone was on edge.
The rumors didn’t interest me much—until I learned who was coming.
“The representative of The Pallas Consortium will attend in person,” Grace had said that morning, excitement lighting up her face. “It’s a huge deal! They’re bringing an actual executive. Maybe even someone on the board.”
I wasn’t interested in suits or money, but that changed the moment I checked my part-time schedule.
My name was on the list.
Assigned to the VIP lounge.
I blinked at the clipboard in my hand, rereading it three times.
Was this a mistake?
It wasn’t.