ANNA'S POV

The time is sixteen minutes past six. The drive from the mansion was long despite the speed Lorenzo used to drive. The time that I arrive tells me that I have to watch the time that I close from work. It's not every night that I will get a car that will drive me to the NCA.

I wave at Lorenzo as he zooms off in the car. I make my way to the class, exhausting several minutes in my search for the class.

"You must be Anna Dennis" the Fat man for a tutor bellows as I peep through the last door in the lobby. The door...