Lilith walked down the cold corridor leading to the principal's office. It was her first day at this university. While her previous institution provided her with career security, she chose Mountainridge University as a fresh start away from her hometown. There was another reason for the sudden switch. Her past haunted her in Willowbrook.
Lilith Blackthorne is the younger daughter of Silvan Blackthorne, a renowned figure in the underworld who reigns supreme over the northern territories. Like her father, Lilith is cold, calculating and unforgiving. She served as an exceptional negotiator and deal-maker in the underworld for her father for several years. However, when she found an opportunity to escape Willowbrook, she seized it. Willowbrook had haunted her since she was 16, following an accident that left her scarred and burdened with guilt for her entire life. After the incident, her family shifted to New York, trying to hide the accident.
Mountain Ridge was her hope for a new beginning. A new life untainted by her past mistakes and guilt.
She was dressed in a sleek silver-grey shirt and a long black coat, creating a stark contrast against the faded university walls. A glance at her pocket watch preceded her knock— a small, practised gesture that signified her punctuality and poise. Her brown eyes, steady and observant behind silver-framed glasses, scanned the surroundings as she adjusted her stance and waited.
Soon, a baritone voice invited her to enter. Lilith stepped inside the principal's office, a space that beautifully blended timeless academia with personal history. Sepia-toned portraits of past university founders adorned the panelled walls, while the calming scent of old books filled the air. A grandfather clock ticked rhythmically in the corner, creating a soothing ambience.
The principal, an elderly man with neatly combed silver hair, greeted her warmly. A wire-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose. He was wearing a charcoal tweed blazer. Beneath it, a slightly wrinkled pale blue shirt peeked out, paired with a deep maroon silk tie. His wool trousers, a warm chestnut brown, matched the season's mood, complemented by polished black Oxford shoes.
He stood up to welcome Lilith. "Professor Blackthorne, it's good to see you again. Please take a seat," he said, shaking her hand.
"Principal Blythe," Lilith replied in greeting, shaking his hand before sitting down in the chair in front of him.
Principal Reginald Blythe was a respected figure in the academic world, known for his insightful guidance to various researchers over the years. He held numerous degrees and awards for his contributions to the field of Physics. However, as he grew older, he transitioned from research to become the principal of Mountainridge University. His life now revolved around the university and his wife, Helen Blythe.
"So, Professor Blackthorne, today marks your first day at this university. You have classes assigned, and I've already taken you on a tour. Please feel free to ask any questions if you have any doubts," Principal Blythe offered.
"I don't have any query, Principal Blythe," Lilith said.
"Great, let's complete the legal process. Here's your appointment letter," Principal Blythe said as he slid the letter across the desk to Lilith. She took a pen from the pocket on the inside of her coat, signed the letter, and slipped it back to Principal Blythe.
"I am glad to have you at the university, Professor Blackthorne," Principal Blythe said with a smile.