“Juniper—” The professors from Sundale University tried to make her a firm offer over the phone, hoping to cut Eclara University out completely.
But before he could, Juniper cut him off. “Eclara University called me six minutes before you did,” she said languidly. “If you waste any more time, you might really be too late.”
The line went dead.
Juniper put down her phone, ready to resume eating, only to find four pairs of eyes staring at her.
“What?” She arched an eyebrow, a lazy, casual smile playing on her lips. “Is there a problem?”
“Nope.”
The four of them shook their heads in perfect synchrony. There was no problem with her. The problem was with them. How could their brains be so different from hers?
“Let’s eat,” Queenie said, nudging the others with a faint smile. “There’s a good show to watch later.”
Everyone knew exactly what show she was talking about.
...
Half an hour later, the door to the coffee shop swung open. A group of men in suits, carrying briefcases, hurried inside.
The sound of camera shutters filled the air. Seeing the professors from Eclara University’s Genius Program, the waiting reporters scrambled to their feet, aiming their cameras at them and Yolanda, snapping pictures wildly.
The sudden flashes nearly blinded the admissions officers. Combined with the relentless clicking of shutters, it sounded like a machine-gun barrage. They had already been speeding to get here, and this double dose of “surprise” left them momentarily stunned.
“Professors, we’ve been waiting for you!” The reporter from Timespan Weekly, faster than anyone else, secured a prime position and raised his camera excitedly. “The person you’re looking for is right here.”
“It would be Eclara University’s honor to have a student as exceptional as you,” the professor said, his excitement palpable. “I’ve never personally met a student who achieved a perfect score on every subject.”
A perfect-score top scorer was a rarity in history. The last one was the current CEO of Schwartz Group, Shanley.
A perfect score? Hearing those words, Yolanda felt even more dazed. This didn't feel real. She had checked her answers and knew she’d gotten several questions wrong. How could she be the perfect-score top scorer? Was the answer key wrong?
The reporters live-streamed the entire exchange.
[Holy cow, Yolanda isn’t just the top scorer, she’s a perfect-score top scorer?]
[Can it be fake? It’s a live broadcast! The professors from the Genius Program walked straight to her, terrified she’d get snatched up by Sundale University.]

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