A bunch of parents were already hustling their kids toward the school's front gates, hoping to be the first to shake hands with the big shot as soon as they got out of the car.
Mr. Reynolds and company had sprinted to the entrance early, standing off to the side with polite smiles plastered on their faces, eagerly awaiting the arrival.
They had no clue which parent could possibly draw such a crowd of Drunham City's garrison soldiers for protection, but it was clear they were no ordinary people.
As the sleek black sedan inched closer to the school, the crowd buzzed with guesses. Could it actually be Malcolm gracing the Guiding Star School with his presence?
However, the folks gathered knew better, Malcolm's kid had been in high school for ages, and the Guiding Star School was an exclusive school for just the little ones, kindergarten through elementary.
While Mr. Reynolds and the onlookers were busy guessing, the sedan had already glided to a halt right before their eyes.
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