“No immediate changes needed,” she said, collecting up the scattered papers on her desk into a neat pile. She paper clipped them for good measure. “Come back closer to when classes are about to open, and we can build out your schedule. Now, do you have an idea of which major you were thinking of changing to?”

“The general business degree.” I wanted to scream and cry that my life was ending, but I began to realize that I was a nepo baby. I’d just been shielded from that fact for a long, long time.

What the hell did my mother expect me to do as basically a declawed cat?

“Shall I get you squared away with a redeclaration?”

I nodded in response. If I were to try to speak, I might have cried.

It felt as though I held my breath through the rest of the conversation, admitting defeat and coming to terms with what my life really was. I was Fallon Montgomery, heir to The Montgomery Group International Real Estate Firm. What that even meant was beyond me. Mrs. Matthews—bless her soul—attempted to soothe my anxiety the entire time. By the time I left the office to go find Kelly, it was as if my view on the world began to change.

Not all of it did, though. Kelly waited patiently, sprawled across two chairs with her nose in one of those weird farming simulation games. Last time I saw her playing a game, it was a horse simulator.

“Hey, babe.” She looked up at me, tucking her game into her bag. “How’d it go?”

“I am ready to go get ice cream now and learn how to grow up.” I held up the paper stating a major change that I would eventually have to submit as proof to Evans when he came calling about it again.

She threw me a wicked grin. “Before that...a little birdie told me that the football team is going to start practice soon. If we want to be sad with ice cream, we could at least watch hot and sweaty men run around.”

We settled on getting bucket sized bowls of frozen yogurt. It was conveniently on the way to the sporting complex. I brought my body weight in cheesecake, birthday cake, and coconut flavored frozen yogurt to my seat in the stands to eat something yummy while watching something yummy.

“I read somewhere that froyo is actually better for you than ice cream. We are clearly being healthy while these guys workout.” Kelly plopped down next to me with a spoon in her mouth.

Sure enough, all the guys ran around the track in mostly their shorts. My too-large bucket of cold dessert mixed with this sight was distracting me temporarily from the cold corporate reality that awaited me.