Noreen took a deep breath, trying to quell the anger rising within her. She pulled out her phone to call Provost Ferris, but before she could dial, she heard his voice approaching.
It was Bianca who spoke first. “Provost Ferris, I’m so sorry for all the trouble.”
“Not at all, Ms. Lowell,” the provost said graciously. “It was just a phone call. There was no need for you and Mr. Harcourt to come all the way down here.” He added, “If you need any extra hands, just say the word. I can have some of the university staff assist you.”
“That would be a great help. Thank you, Provost.”
Just then, a worker carrying a large crate passed by. Seth, concerned Bianca might be hit, gently pulled her by the arm toward him, shielding her protectively. The next moment, she was nestled safely in his embrace. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
“Well, I’ll be heading off,” Provost Ferris said, seeing that everything was running smoothly. “Call me if you need anything.”
“We will. Thank you again, Provost. We’ll have to take you out to dinner sometime,” Seth said.
“You’re too kind, Mr. Harcourt,” the provost replied with a wave.
After he left, Seth and Bianca went inside the auditorium.
Noreen took another long, steadying breath before finally dialing the provost’s number. He answered immediately, his voice apologetic. “Ms. Gilmore, I was just about to call you. I am so terribly sorry, but we’ve had an issue here at the university, and we need to make an adjustment to the venue you booked.”
“But Provost Ferris…”
Before hanging up, he apologized one last time. Everyone had their own position, their own pressures. Noreen understood. It was a world built on favors and connections. Right now, she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She had to get her team over here to set up the new venue.
When she returned to the hall, she found Colby pulling their discarded signs out of the trash and wiping them clean. He looked at her, his expression questioning.
“Move them to Hall B,” she said.
He understood. He didn’t ask any more questions, just quietly got back to work. By the time the team from Winrich arrived, Noreen and Colby were already cleaning the new space. With more hands, they made quick progress.
By the time they were nearly finished, it was three in the morning.

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