The Senator’s Daughter Is Now the CEO They Need Chapter 04

The Senator’s Daughter Is Now the CEO They Need Chapter 04

The Uber Black pulled up in front of Jerome Greene Hall at Columbia University.

I opened the door. The morning air smelled of coffee and old paper.

When I reached the study room, I paused for a moment.

The atmosphere here was a world away from home.

Before I even pushed the door open, someone inside saw me.

“Well, look who it is. Our future star litigator?” Noah waved at me through the glass. “I thought the Davis family had you under lock and key.”

Noah’s family had made their fortune with an AI startup, and he had a way of talking that made you want to smack him.

Beside him, Isabella did just that, whacking him with a thick copy of *Contract Law*. Then she opened the door and pulled me inside.

“Ignore him,” she said, then cut straight to the point. “Seriously, what is going on with your family? Their public image is so perfect, but behind the scenes, it’s a total mess. Don’t go back after graduation. Come straight to my family’s legal department. I’ll have my dad save you a spot.”

Isabella was the daughter of a media magnate. She never minced words.

I smiled but didn’t answer.

“Chloe, are you still doing one-on-one LSAT tutoring? Logic games? I’m a repeat customer. Put me at the top of the list.” Liam squeezed in from behind us.

He was the heir to a hotel chain, tall and broad, with the earnest air of a giant golden retriever.

At a school like this, a high LSAT score was the fastest ticket to a top law school.

To them, the trickiest questions were a nuisance.

To me, they were my living expenses.

The professors knew my situation. As long as we were discreet, they looked the other way.

“I am,” I said.

As soon as the words were out, several people crowded around.

Someone asked if I’d been sick, why I hadn’t been around for the past few days.

Someone else asked how my applications were going.

Liam used his large frame to block them.

Thinking about it now, it was strange.

I found these wealthy classmates far easier to be around than my own family.

If they liked you, they said so. If they didn’t, they said that, too.

Unlike the Davises, where everything was a veiled insult.

Of all of them, Liam treated me the best.

Last semester, I couldn’t afford the expensive original textbooks. I had to borrow them from the library every day and spend my nights hand-copying notes.

When he found out, he didn’t ask any questions.

The next day, he had his assistant place a full set of brand-new textbooks on my desk.

I was so grateful that I tutored him with extra care.

Later, I couldn’t help but ask why he was so nice to me.

He rubbed his chin, pretending to give it serious thought.

“It’s venture capital,” he said. “It’s like when you see this skinny, mangy stray on the side of the road, but it’s got this stubborn glare in its eyes. You feed it once, betting that one day it’ll be the toughest cat on the block.”

He laughed before I could.

“Besides,” he added, “I’m making an early-stage investment in a future Yale Law graduate. This is a long-term project, Chloe.”

He made it sound so ridiculous.

I didn’t really get it.

But his words washed away the lump that had been forming in my throat.