Hamilton University
A quaint, quiet and dignified University. It's grounds and buildings well kept, not showing thier age, but rather reflecting the dignified aura and wealth that took care of them.
A University that had groomed hundreds of young minds and bodies, training and educating them to become some of the most succesful and influential business people on either coast.
Every hall and classroom reeked of the Universities hallowed and proud past, with each Professor and teacher carefully instructed to maintain that reputation...
At ALL costs.
Benjamin Sinclair was one of those professors. At 27 years old he was also one of the youngest to ever be granted tenure. Perhaps it was his good looks that helped him, his tanned skin and blue eyes...his tall, athhletic body that moved easily across a classroom or the campus...His blond hair flowing shoulder length when not in a classroom behind him.
Benjamin was well liked, and respected, though bit of a rogue, but like many others he held a position he was thankful for and proud of, as well as determined to keep.
So it was chagrin and a bit of humor that he watched one of the newest, and certainly most disruptive students he had ever met, walk into his classroom.
"You're late, AGAIN, young Lady"
He pointed out as she swayed past him, her short, short skirt showing plenty of well shaped leg on top of a pair of "non-regulation" high heeled shoes.
"I want to talk to you in my office, right after my final class, if you skip out I'll send the slip to the Dean. It would be a shame to have to make you pack your bags so soon after you've arrived."