by Ballinger Lippincott » Wed Feb 05, 2020 8:37 pm
A black luxury sedan rolled through the gates, coming up the long drive and stopping in front of the administration building.
From out the back, out strode Ballinger Lippincott, in a three-piece suit, tie clip, pocket square, the whole nine-yards.
Straightening his tie and removing his briefcase from the backseat, he took a moment to look over the grounds with a careful, measured eye.
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