The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(6)

I cannot believe I’m going to be late on my first day! Kelsey thought as soap streamed down her shoulders. She turned off the shower and briskly dried off. As she stepped out of the shower in her robe, she almost bumped into Jessica, who had finally woken up to the fact that they were going to be really late for the Dean’s welcoming speech.

“Five minutes, Kels,” Jessica said, dashing past her and turning on the shower.

“Let’s go!” Kelsey said. She quickly grabbed toothpaste and her toothbrush from the blue caddy and began brushing vigorously. She spat out the toothpaste, took the caddy and ran back down the hall to their open room.

Placing the caddy on her desk, she quickly pulled on jeans and a sweater. She was tying her wet hair into a ponytail as Jessica dashed in.

“I can’t believe my alarm didn’t go off,” Jessica groused as she put on jeans of her own. “Stupid phone.”



“Complain later. We’ve got to go,” Kelsey said as she pocketed her keys and wallet into her sleeveless fleece.

“Ready,” Jessica said, fully dressed. Her wet curly hair streamed over her collar, leaving wet marks on her cotton turtleneck. She took her coat and purse and they quickly left, closing the door behind them.

The two girls ran down the hall and raced quickly down the stairs. Their shoes echoed through the empty dormitory. They dashed out the front door and out into the quad.

The campus was absolutely silent. Second and third year students hadn’t arrived for classes yet, and every other 1L was sitting in Darrow Hall, listening to Dean Wilson welcome them to the campus.

“Why does it have to be so far?” Jessica said, as their sneakers got soaked from running through the wet quad. It had rained this morning, but they were in too much of a hurry to avoid puddles.


Kelsey silently agreed. She glanced at her phone. 9:10. They were dead.

They skidded to a halt at the front of Darrow Hall.

“Room 101?” Kelsey said in a gasp.

“Yeah,” Jessica replied weakly. They turned down the corridor and began to look. They passed 105, 106.

“The other side, Jess,” Kelsey said. They turned back and headed to the doors at the end of the hall. They could hear speaking inside.

Kelsey opened the door as gently as she could, but the door was rusty and it creaked loudly as the Dean glanced through his papers on the podium. The entire audience turned to see who was late.

Kelsey and Jessica slipped into the room sheepishly, and looked for empty seats. But the room was practically filled to the rafters, as professors and administrators were also attending the event. They walked around looking as the dean continued, and finally found separate seats near the aisle.

“Excuse me,” Kelsey whispered as she slid past a seated audience member.

“Anytime,” he said. Kelsey looked down. It was one of the boys who had teased them last night. She frowned and sat in the empty seat next to him. Brandon smiled at her.

“You need an alarm clock here,” he said softly. “The staff won’t wake you up.”



Kelsey glared at him and turned her attention to the Dean. She glanced at her phone again. 9:15, she thought and sighed inwardly.

The dean continued for some time, concluding with:

"This is Darrow. Our school is named after a revered practitioner of the law. Throughout his career, Mr. Darrow put his clients first and treated his opponents with courtesy and respect. I believe this year's entering class can live up to that high standard. We expect no less from you. But we cannot force you to stay on the straight and narrow path.”



“Professionalism,” he continued. "Professionalism and courtesy. Two essential qualities of every good lawyer, yet so often neglected by lawyers. The core of the legal profession is service to clients. Service in the pursuit of justice.

"During your career as a lawyer, temptations will abound. You might think nobody will notice if you pad your timesheet and charge all your clients an extra few minutes today. And you might think nobody will notice if you threaten to seek sanctions against opposing counsel just because he disagrees with your interpretation of the law. He has to be wrong, doesn't he, if he disagrees with you?

"You might think you've clever when you backstab a co-worker, lie to a judge, or play silly games with the court rules designed to show how smart you are. But never turn your back on courtesy and professionalism. You begin here, as Darrow students.

"History is littered with stories of people whose overestimation of their own cleverness resulted in tragedy. Reprimands, license suspension, even disbarment. One problem with the stupidity of arrogance is that the stupid person is intoxicated with the illusion of his own infallibility.

"But I believe that everyone assembled here today is intelligent enough to stay on the path of courtesy and professionalism. To give opposing counsel a break when they need it. To make non-frivolous arguments... and to recognize that their opponents' arguments are seldom frivolous. To put clients first even when that results in a loss of personal income.

"Staying on that path is a choice. Every day you must make the choice to stay on it. And some days will be harder than others. But at the end of the path, if you have made the right choices, you will have the profound satisfaction of knowing that you have been a solid and worthy contributor to the honor and glory of the legal profession.