The academy corridors were quiet in the late afternoon when the convoy of Maybachs returned from the retreat. Amber stepped out of her car, the high necked blouse and long skirt hiding the two collars and the faint, lingering soreness between her legs and in her ass. Raj and two other guards were waiting at the main entrance, their eyes sharp and suspicious.
“Miss Amber,” Raj said, voice clipped. “Your father has been asking for updates. We will escort you to your room.”
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