The grand ballroom of Silvercrest University was like a fancy church. It had expensive lights hanging from the ceiling that looked like ice. The tables were covered with cloth and had pretty flowers and special cards with names on them. The room was filled with people from the city like the people who give the university money the leaders of the university and the teachers. They were all drinking champagne. Talking to each other but they did not know that something big had just happened in the parking lot.‎Ethan walked into the room with Amelia by his side and Trevor was walking behind them. People turned to look at them. It was not because they knew Ethan it was because of the way he walked into the room. It was the confidence, the tailored suit and the woman beside him, who had been expected on the arm of Ray Steflon.VC Hector Freeman stood near the head table, deep in conversation with two board members. When he saw his daughter enter with Ethan, his expression soured instantly.

VC Hector was still on his knees. Behind his desperate eyes he was still angry. He did not believe what was happening. Ethan, the kid who cleaned the toilets was not really a Silvercrests. This did not make sense to Hector. He firmly believed the rich people were always rich and the poor people were always poor.Hector thought to himself "He is tricking them." He was thinking fast even though his body was shaking. "He somehow fooled Donald Steflon. This is a scam, If I pretend to be sorry now and act really humble I can get out of this and bid my time. When the truth comes out, when they find out Ethan is not who he says he is. I will their to see him crumble."He put his forehead on the floor. "Young Master Silvercrest " he said, trying to sound sorry. "I am sorry, i was wrong and rude. I did things to you that are unforgivable. I was afraid of the Golden Five so I did not do what was right."The people who gave money to the school were watching and they were very surprised. The peop

The morning sun was shining over the city as Ethan stood outside his apartment for the last time. He had a bag with him. It had some clothes, a book and a picture of the place where he grew up. The apartment looked small now. It did not look like a place to live. It looked like a prison.A big car pulled up. It was a special car. It was long and black with decorations that sparkled in the sun. The Silvercrest family sign was on the doors. When the driver opened the door Ethan saw the inside of the car. It was very fancy. There were decorations and soft leather seats. There was a special light on the ceiling.Donald Steflon got out of the car. He bowed to Ethan. "Are you ready to go?" he asked.Ethan looked at his apartment one time. Then he nodded. "I am ready " he said.Ethan got into the car. Donald sat across from him and the driver closed the door. The car started moving. Ethan looked out the window. Watched his old neighborhood get smaller and smaller.The city gave way to the co

The second gunshot was deafening.Sable Cross was already in motion before the echo faded. She grabbed Ethan by the collar and hurled him behind a marble pillar, her body a shield between him and the unseen shooter. "Stay down!" she barked. "Do not move until I tell you!"Donald was shouting orders into his earpiece, his usual composure cracked but not broken. "Lock down the building! All exits! I want the shooter found, now!"The lobby had dissolved into chaos. Employees crawled behind desks. Executives flattened themselves against the floor. Reginald Crane, forgotten in the mayhem, curled into a fetal position near the reception desk, still weeping.Sable's eyes swept the upper balcony. She caught a flicker of movement, a shadow shifting behind a glass partition. "Second floor, east wing," she muttered into her comms. "Single shooter, possibly with backup. I'm moving the young master to the vehicle, cover me."She hauled Ethan to his feet. "We're leaving. Now."They ran, Sable's gri

The owner, a middle-aged woman with flour-dusted cheeks, approached Ethan and Amelia with a grateful smile."Miss Freeman, your presence at our small bakery is truly appreciated," she expressed sincerely.Her husband, a portly man with a friendly expression, gave a nod of agreement. "Having you here is a privilege. Can we offer you anything else?"Amelia shook her head, smiling. "You've already given us so much by allowing us to use your bakery. Thank you."The husband glanced towards the back room. "I need to get more flour. I'll be right back."Ethan stepped forward. "I'll go with you."The man looked startled. "Sir, there's no need for you to do such... manual labor."Ethan waved off the objection. "Nonsense.” He said as he looked back at Amelia and then at the man. “Today I’m a baker so lead the way."The owner’s wife on the other hand was on her phone as she was texting frantically, her face full of worries.Amelia's expression shifted, showing a hint of concern. "Hey, Mrs. Phili