Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Elara

The principal’s office smelled like old leather and furniture polish. Dr.

Pemberton sat behind his massive oak desk, fingers steepled,

watching me with that careful neutrality adults use when they’re

about to deliver bad news they don’t want to be blamed for.

Behind him, the wall was covered in framed photos. Generations of

successful alumni stared down at me–senators, CEOs, artists whose

names you’d recognize. Julian’s graduation portrait hung near the

center, silver frame gleaming. His expression was exactly the same as

it had been yesterday: controlled, remote, untouchable.

I looked away.

“Miss Vance,” Dr. Pemberton gestured to the leather chair across from

him. “Please, sit.”

I sat. My hands folded in my lap. My back straight. Everything about

my posture said: I’m listening, I’m cooperative, I won’t cause

problems.

It was a lie. But I’d learned how to lie with my body a long time ago.

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Dr. Pemberton sighed. The sound was heavy, theatrical. “I’m sure

you’re aware of the… situation online.”

“Yes, sir.”

He paused, like he’d expected me to say more. When I didn’t, he

cleared his throat. “Normally, this kind of scandal would result in

immediate suspension, pending investigation. However…”

He trailed off. Picked up a file from his desk. The St. Valerius

letterhead was visible on the top page.

“Your enrollment here was personally arranged by Mr. Vane Senior as

part of his late employee’s settlement.” His voice went careful.

Diplomatic. “The school has a… debt to the Vane family.”

My fingers tightened on my knees. I heard what he wasn’t saying: “If

it weren’t for the Vanes, you’d already be gone.”

“I’m giving you a chance to clear this up,” Dr. Pemberton continued.

“The school will cooperate–we’ll work to suppress the rumors,

remove defamatory posts from our servers. But I strongly suggest you

reach out to the Vane family… and the Kennedys. They have resources

we don’t.”

My throat closed. Yesterday, I’d stood in that hallway and told Julian I

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was done. That I was leaving. That he’d never have to see me again.

And now this man was telling me to go crawling back.

“What if I choose to handle it myself?” My voice came out quieter

than I meant it to.

Dr. Pemberton’s eyebrows rose. “Miss Vance, you’re eighteen. Do you

really think you have the means to fight back against… this?”

He gestured vaguely, like the entire internet was too big to name.

I looked at Julian’s photo again. At that controlled, perfect face. I

thought about the way he’d grabbed my wrist yesterday. The way he’d

demanded to know where I thought I was going.

I took a breath. Let it out slowly.

“I understand your concern, sir. But I need to try. If I go crawling back

now, I’ll never be free.”

The words hung in the air between us. Dr. Pemberton studied me for a long moment. Something shifted in his expression–not respect, exactly, but maybe recognition. Like he’d just realized I was serious.

“Very well,” He leaned back in his chair. “You have until the end of

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this week. If the situation doesn’t improve, I’ll have no choice but to

ask you to take a leave of absence.”

Five days. He was giving me five days before he kicked me out.

“Thank you, sir.” I stood. My legs felt shaky, but I made them hold

steady. “I appreciate the opportunity.”

The hallway was crowded with students heading to first period. They

parted around me like water around a stone, careful not to get too

close. Nobody spoke to me. But I could feel their eyes.

I walked quickly toward the nearest bathroom. My chest felt tight. I

needed a minute. Just one minute to breathe before facing a

classroom full of people who thought they knew exactly who I was.

The bathroom door swung shut behind me with a soft whoosh of air.

Three freshman girls were clustered by the sinks, applying lip gloss

and scrolling through their phones. They looked up when I entered.

The conversation died instantly.

One of them went pale. She grabbed her friend’s arm. ‘Let’s go,‘ she

whispered.

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They fled. The door swung shut behind them.

I stood there for a moment, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My

face looked thin. Pale. There were shadows under my eyes I hadn’t

noticed this morning.

I turned on the cold water. Splashed my face. The shock of it helped, a

little.

My phone sat heavy in my pocket. I pulled it out. Unlocked it.

Julian’s contact stared up at me. My fingers hovered over the

keyboard.

“Julian, I need…”

I stopped. Deleted it.

“Can you help me with…”

Deleted again.

My eyes burned. I thought about what Dr. Pemberton had said. What he’d really meant: “You’re eighteen years old, alone, and powerless.

What exactly do you think you can do?”

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And the terrible thing was, he was right. I was eighteen. I had a

shared room in the Bronx. I had no connections, no lawyers, no

influence.

What I had was one week.

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