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She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”

All she could think about what Hayden. Before Hayden had turned one, he was just like any other kid. He would occasionally cry and throw tantrums. However, once he had turned one, all the crying and tantrums had ceased. Avery could not even imagine what her son would look like if he were to cry. Hayden was willing to stay in the elite class because the elite class was not as rigid as the ordinary class. The elite class was taught using a curriculum that was tailored for child geniuses— which all the students were.

They’re the actors, walking into their parts without needing scripts. I pause just inside the doors, tray balanced in my hands, and let my eyes sweep across the room. The seating chart isn’t written down anywhere, but it might as well be engraved in stone. In the center sits the crown jewel: a long table where the most polished students laugh too loudly, toss their hair too perfectly, and check their phones with the kind of careless entitlement that comes from knowing your last name could buy someone else’s future. The Blackridge Elite. That’s what they’re called, though no one dares say it to their faces. You don’t need to. The way everyone else orbits around them says enough.

I toss my bag to the other couch “What party are you going to tonight?” “You mean what party We are going to tonight, you’re in this too” he says standing up from the floor and sits on the couch, laying back. “He wants us at the Elite’s party” Cole explains “The Elites?” Cole nods “Basically the students who say networking when they mean showing off” Tj grins “ Students with very expensive alcohol” “And Elite invite only parties” Cole says eyeing Tj “We wouldn’t even make it pass their parking lot before getting kicked out”

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk

Unlike the table I was currently sitting at, where a few students were in uniform, like the others, I believed because they weren't part of the founding families as Riley had said, the people at the center table were all in casual clothes, fashionable, and, might I add, extraordinarily beautiful. I saw Lia there as well, and the boy from earlier. "Who are they?" I whispered as Riley leaned into me. "The Mystic Elites," she said, her voice matching mine. "Are they like the popular kids?" I asked. It seemed like it, but then again, the vibes they gave off were different. Riley had the same vibe, and I wondered why she wasn't sitting with them. "They are much more popular than the popular kids.

I want to have even just a tiny structure in my head about them. "Eligere means elite," he said, without looking at me. His eyes were just focused on the screen of his PC. I figured he's doing something so I just went back to my own PC. So if it means elite, then the members are probably elite? I bet the members are powerful and wealthy. Huh, thinking about it suddenly makes me feel anxious. "The event will be tomorrow. Are you ready to go after class?" He suddenly asked. I quickly looked his way but his eyes are still focused on his PC so I just looked away.

It was nice to hear about them for once. “She was so good,” Esther continued, “And I’m going to give you the same opportunity I gave to her.” I blinked, confused. “What do you mean?” “Have you heard of the Elite Team?” I furrowed my brow, the name familiar. “Yes, my cousin—” I hesitated, correcting myself, “my brother, Dylan, is on that team.” Esther nodded. “Indeed, he is, and so were your parents.” The Elite Team was a special group within the academy, made up of the best students from all years. They were the face of the school, the protectors of the school and followed a separate program.

“Who the hell are you?” ‎“Andrei Orlov.” ‎That name hit me like a slap. ‎Everyone knew that name. The quiet tech genius. The dangerous type. There were whispers about arms deals, international connections, frozen assets in his wake but none has been proven. What I didn't understand was how he became a client in my foundation. Did he lie? Or was he part of Alex clients he laundered money for? My head was banging with questions. The man was untouchable. And he was standing in front of me like I was a business deal.