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“It’s been less than a week, and the university has had several close calls. I don’t think they’ll make it past Wednesday.” Dante sets the pamphlet down for her to peruse.

“Those kids need protection.”

“For the university,” Dante dipped his hand into his bag to retrieve a pamphlet.

The kind of material on which it was printed already exuded with prestige; the logo only elevated it further.

“I’m not exactly a professor there, but I was asked to conduct a masterclass.”

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“Ah—“ Dante severs his own line of thought in an effort to start from the very beginning at her request.

He took no offense in it, being that he was well used to it by now as a college professor.

“I was told you offered services for protection — Invincible Inc.”