Flora sipped her milk lazily and said, "I don't have the time."

Samson, taken aback by her indifferent tone, found himself speechless, all his planned arguments stuck in his throat.

No time?

We're talking about fifty million dollars here. How could she not care at all?

What could possibly be more important than fifty million dollars?

It's true, the wealthy really do think differently.

Samson cautiously asked, "Do you have something more important to do?"

"I'm spending the weekend with my fiancé."

Samson: "..."

He stared at the disconnected call, questioning his life choices.

"How did it go? Did she agree?" asked Bowie, standing next to him eagerly.

come back to campus just yet, so..." Samson chose his words carefully, not wanting

renowned instructor at the National Dance Association, was a name known to anyone in the dance

back on Monday then," Bowie decided after

her weekend and not return to school; he would

had checked her schedule; Flora had no classes on

truly admired Flora's dance style and was willing to invest

...

Bay, mostly video-calling Aisha and remotely

were unique and spot-on, allowing Aisha to make rapid

started her journey

already saved her

a subject that made everyone's

was almost in tears as she took

as it was over, Cynthia dragged

moment, Samson led Bowie briskly into the

not to miss Flora as soon

the students were still in the room, curiously listening in as they saw the counselor lead a

whom I mentioned over the phone,"

"Nice to meet you, Mr.

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