Almost every country in the world had sent students to participate.
Upon entering, Charlotte realized that not only were they seated at the very back of the hall,
but their seats were also completely obscured by a massive pillar in a dimly lit corner.
Let alone participating in the discussions, it would be a struggle just to see the projector screen.
She glanced around at the delegations from other nations...
The bias was blatant.
"Don't sit yet,"
Charlotte ordered, her face darkening as she summoned a staff member and pointed out the issue.
She made her demand clear: arrange different seats.
Everyone here was supposed to be equal. Why should other students get prime seating,
while hers were relegated to this miserable corner?!
They clearly thought Eldorian students were still the easy targets they used to be!
"I'm sorry..."
The staff member babbled a string of excuses, but it all boiled down to one thing: the venue was fully booked, and there were simply no other seats available.
"The conference is about to start. Could you just make do for now?"
Finishing her sentence, the staff member offered Charlotte a patronizing smile. Seeing Charlotte's silence, she added, "You've always sat here in previous years. Why is it suddenly a problem now?"
The Cabinda University's rankings were nowhere near the top global institutions.
So what if they had to suffer a little indignity?
What a prima donna!
"You said it yourself—that was in previous years..."
Charlotte locked onto her with a dark, penetrating gaze. A few seconds later, a chilling smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, and her icy voice rang out, emphasizing every word. "That was then. This is now."
"I'm afraid my students at The Cabinda University won't be accepting this indignity."
Charlotte scanned the room, her eyes eventually landing on the elevated platform in the dead center of the hall.
Perfect. There were exactly sixteen empty seats up there.
"Since you can't resolve this, I'll handle it myself." With that, Charlotte brushed past the unhelpful staff member and strode toward the main stage. "Grab your things. Follow me."
"Yes, Professor!"
The students exchanged glances and immediately followed her lead.
"You..."
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