Meanwhile, Stan's phone rang while he was still reviewing the Velaris branch files.
It was an unknown number. He almost let it go to voicemail before recognizing the prefix, the university's administrative line. The Head Chancellor's number was already saved in his contacts.
Sighing quietly, he answered.
"Mr. Harrison." The chancellor's voice carried the unmistakable warmth of a man who had recently received something valuable and intended to show proper appreciation for it. "I wanted to call personally to express my gratitude. Your donation to the university, specifically the research endowment, was an extraordinarily generous gesture. The fact that you're still a student here yourself makes it even more remarkable. It reflects a level of foresight I rarely see in someone your age."
Stan's brow furrowed.
"Donation?" he repeated.
