The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(7)

"Choose wisely. For you will be Darrow lawyers."

The audience clapped appreciatively. Dean Wilson had managed to keep them reasonably interested throughout the speech. Dean Wilson ceded the podium to a pretty woman in a red suit.

“Hello everyone.” She said brightly. “I’m Tania Miller, Associate Dean of Student and Academic Affairs. As we all know, being a law student is a very difficult role, and sometimes even the best-prepared student needs some support during the process. So I’d like to share with you some of the resources we have for you here at Darrow.”



Dean Miller went on for the next 15 minutes discussing the various clinics, doctors, and support groups available at Darrow. The Alcoholics Anonymous group, the suicide hotline, the peer counseling center. As the dean described the resources in detail, Kelsey felt her nerves again. Did 250 students really have so much stress during law school that all of these were needed? She glanced at the boy next to her, who listened without reaction.

Dean Miller left the stage after introducing her colleague, Rebecca Sanchez, the head librarian. After a brief introduction to the wonders of the library, she left the stage. Kelsey knew, as did the entire audience, that no one dragged themselves to the library to research cases any more. Everything was online. The library would be important for them, though, as a place to study.

Finally, a beautifully-dressed woman in a prim bun walked onto the stage holding a brown clipboard.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Ms. Davis. I am the Director of Administration. My job throughout this week is to make sure that everyone is where they need to be at all times, on time.” Kelsey blushed and out of the corner of her eye thought she saw Jessica slide down a bit in her seat. The boy next to Kelsey grinned.

“It’s 10 a.m., so we’re going to take a short break. Promptly at 10:30, each of you should be seated and ready to participate in your small group. Two groups will be important to you over the course of the next year. Your small group, which will determine which of your classmates will join you for your legal writing class, is the first. Your dorm group, which will be the mainstay of many of your social activities this year, is the second. For now, I will assign you to your small group.” Ms Davis flipped over a page on her clipboard.

“Students with last names beginning with the letters A through F will be in small group 1. Small group one will meet in Darrow Hall 201 until further notice.” There was a small amount of chatter through the crowd. Ms. Davis cleared her throat loudly and continued.

“Small group two consists of students with the last names beginning with the letters G through L.” That would be Jessica’s group, her last name being Hunter. Kelsey smiled over at her. “Small group two meets in Darrow Hall 212.”



“Students with last names beginning with the letters M through R are in small group 3 and will meet in Darrow Hall 311.” Kelsey North’s group. She nodded and noticed that the boy next to her was typing something into his phone. She groaned inwardly. Was he in her group?

“Finally, students with last names beginning with the letters S through Z will be in small group 4 and will meet in Darrow Hall 316. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me or my staff. Otherwise, you are free to take a break, and please proceed to your specified small group by 10:30.” Ms. Davis nodded and left the stage. The audience rose, and students began to chat to each other. Kelsey followed the boy out of the row and saw Jessica.

“We won’t be together,” Jessica pouted, as they headed up the stairs slowly behind the rest of the students.

“It’s okay. We can meet new people,” Kelsey replied.

“After last night, I’m afraid to. Wasn’t that the boy from last night sitting next to you?”



“Yeah,” Kelsey sighed, reaching up to touch her now-dry hair. “He was.”



They headed out of the room. Jessica held her coat in her arms and out of the doors.

“Bathroom?” she asked. Kelsey nodded. She wanted to bring her hair down out of the ponytail.

The two girls walked down the hall where they saw a short line of women standing outside of a room.

“Upstairs,” Kelsey said. They walked to the end of the hall, where they found the staircase. Several people were climbing it. On floor two, they located the bathroom. Jessica went into a stall, while Kelsey began pulling her hair out of the messy ponytail it was in. She wished she had a comb.

“Do you have a comb, Jess?” Kelsey called out. There was a flush, then Jessica walked out, coat and purse hung over her arm. She began to wash her hands.

“I do. Hang on,” Jessica dried her hands under the weak dryer, then reached into her sizable purse. “No comb,” she said. “I have a brush.”



“Anything,” Kelsey said gratefully. She brushed her hair slowly, and her straw like hair began to get back its natural gleam. Jessica put on lipgloss.

Done brushing, Kelsey handed the brush back to Jessica.

“Thanks,” Kelsey said.

“Anytime,” Jessica replied. “Ready?”



“Off to small group,” Kelsey said. “See you at lunch.”



“We can compare notes.” Jessica grinned.

The two girls walked out of the bathroom and parted, Jessica waving as she headed down the hall. Kelsey walked to the staircase, and went up to the third floor. She located room 311, where a folding table was set up outside. Kelsey retrieved the nametag that said “Kelsey North” on it and walked into the room. About 30 chairs were arranged in a semi-circle facing a whiteboard and small podium. A lone chair sat facing them in front of the podium.