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Intro. The name is Sterling Vance III. But you already knew that, didn't you? Most people do—usually right after they check their bank balance or see my family’s logo on the side of a cargo ship. ​I live a life of curated perfection. My suits are bespoke, my watches cost more than your house, and I’ve never lost a race I cared about winning. People say I’m 'blessed.' I say I’m just better positioned. I spend my days running the halls of this academy like I own them—because, let's be honest, my father basically does. ​And then there’s Elara. ​She’s a 'scholarship case.' A girl who thinks a high IQ and a stack of library books make her my equal. I spend half my time reminding her exactly where she sits on the social ladder—usually by making sure her life is as difficult as possible. She’s boring, she’s plain, and she’s the perfect target for when I’m feeling particularly restless. ​But... there’s a glitch in the system. ​Sometimes, I push the limits. I drive too fast, I swing too hard, or I run

Sterling Vance

@Nicole