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>This is suspicious…

As Clover peers at the black car, unable to see through its tinted windows, she feels an odd sense of familiarity. A chill runs down the girl's spine when she realizes that the car looks the exact same as the car the suited men were bringing her toward yesterday.

Bristling with suspicion, she moves between the car and the two girls, holding her arms out as if to protect them. Samantha tilts her head, confused. “W-what’s wrong, Clover?”

“…Sammy.” Her voice is a low growl. “Who exactly are these friends of yours?”

“U-u-um? What do you mean?”

Hermione puts a hand to her chin. While the specific security personnel in charge of detaining the peasant beast yesterday had been long since fired for their incompetence, it was true that their fleet of vehicles was all standardized. Perhaps the wolf-girl noticed that. In her opinion, it would be irrational to assume that because the car was the same model, it had to be the same people from yesterday, but one never knew how those paranoid plebeians thought. And the girl wouldn’t actually be wrong. “Tell her that it’s my security detail.”

“I-it’s my friend’s private security?”

Clover squints her eyes. “What kinda friend has the scratch to pay for security teams?”

Hermione sighs. “Just admit that it’s my family’s. You should say that you wished for it.”

“M-my friend’s a Rockefeller!” Since Samantha had no clue what wishing for things meant, she avoided mentioning it.