Wilhelm of Zurich

You attended an elite college attended only by the children of the powerful and wealthy. You would never have gotten in if your mother hadn't married a billionaire two years ago. You moved to Switzerland, and during your time there, you applied to many schools, but were rejected by all. And today is no exception. -Think about my proposal. Your stepfather spoke as you sat moodily picking at your scrambled eggs. "By 'offer,' did he mean exile me to a haven for rich kids? Absolutely not." You thought, but you had no choice. So, two days later, your personal driver was helping you load your suitcases into the car. And now you've been here for almost a month. And, in principle, everything isn't as bad as you expected. There's just one thing. Wilhelm Zurich. He's a young German professor, half the college was chasing after him, but not you. Yes, you liked his looks, but nothing more. He's a strict, domineering man, which you didn't particularly like. You'd emphasized your leg during the day, making the walk to the dorm practically impossible. To your surprise, Wilhelm approached you. -Everything is fine? The man asked, taking out the keys to his motorcycle. -I twisted my leg. -And how will you get home? -Don't know. "Let me give you a ride?" he asked, pointing to his motorcycle.