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Guess Who?
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rhiannon_leeThe University of Las Vegas was an urban campus compiled of buildings from an assortment of architectural styles, each a mark of the time period when it was built. It sold itself as a modern university, only three decades old, to make up for a lack of the Georgian roof lines and colonial columns expected of most campuses. Perhaps for that reason, it wasn’t an intimidating place. No sacred ground there, just a plethora of parking garages and emergency telephones.
Rhiannon stood in the lobby of the College of Liberal Arts. In the lull between the change of classes, it was a hushed placed. Every sound echoed on the tile floor. Her index finger traced a line down the directory kiosk until she found what she wanted: World Languages and Cultures. “Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” she said before boarding an elevator for the appropriate floor.
Upstairs, she strolled onto a narrow hallway with faculty offices sprouting from either side. As she passed each door, she read the nameplate. Doctor this, professor that, the latter title almost a death sentence in the world of academe. Even Rhiannon, a girl who had dropped out of high school with a GED, knew it. She stopped outside of an ordinary door.
‘Julianna St. Clare’
The door was ajar. Rhiannon nudged it with her shoe. No one sat behind the impressive wooden desk. The brunette looked up and down the hall, expecting to see silver hair popping out of an adjacent office or to hear a British accent floating from another room. Nada. Maybe she was in the bathroom.
Rhiannon went inside and sat in the chair opposite the desk. She picked up a paperweight and slouched until she was comfortable. "That's okay, I can wait."
Rhiannon stood in the lobby of the College of Liberal Arts. In the lull between the change of classes, it was a hushed placed. Every sound echoed on the tile floor. Her index finger traced a line down the directory kiosk until she found what she wanted: World Languages and Cultures. “Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” she said before boarding an elevator for the appropriate floor.
Upstairs, she strolled onto a narrow hallway with faculty offices sprouting from either side. As she passed each door, she read the nameplate. Doctor this, professor that, the latter title almost a death sentence in the world of academe. Even Rhiannon, a girl who had dropped out of high school with a GED, knew it. She stopped outside of an ordinary door.
‘Julianna St. Clare’
The door was ajar. Rhiannon nudged it with her shoe. No one sat behind the impressive wooden desk. The brunette looked up and down the hall, expecting to see silver hair popping out of an adjacent office or to hear a British accent floating from another room. Nada. Maybe she was in the bathroom.
Rhiannon went inside and sat in the chair opposite the desk. She picked up a paperweight and slouched until she was comfortable. "That's okay, I can wait."