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After the celebration dinner, I cut off all contact with my university classmates and moved out of the Tipton estate. There were still about two and a half weeks until I had to report to the Institute.The next day, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.[Zach, you're about to report to the Institute, and your ID card is still with me. You're going to need it.][Let's meet up, at that café across from the school. I'll give it back to you.]I looked at the message, frowning slightly. If she hadn't reminded me, I would have nearly forgotten my ID was still in her hands. Reporting to the Institute genuinely required the original document, and getting a replacement issued would be too much of a hassle. I thought it over, then sent back a single word. [Fine.]At three that afternoon, I arrived at the café we'd agreed on. Tara was already seated by the window, waiting. She looked like she hadn't slept all night, dark circles and faint red veins ringing her eyes.I pulled
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"Professor Moore."I stood up abruptly, cutting him off. I didn't want to hear Tara's name come out of his mouth, and I definitely didn't want anyone thinking I'd done all this out of some grand, devoted love for her. Whatever was left of the bond between our two families had already turned into a joke not worth mentioning, the moment she'd taken my exam permit outside that testing hall.I picked up the glass in front of me, walked past my ashen-faced parents and Tara, and stopped in front of Professor Moore."Professor Moore, thank you for everything you've done for me these past four years, and thank you for bringing this document here today. I'd like to raise this glass to you."Professor Moore blinked, unsure why I'd cut him off, but he smiled and nodded anyway."Good kid. Go do great things at the Institute. I'm proud of you."I drained the glass in one go.At the head table, Tara had gone completely rigid. She'd finally understood.If I'd already secured my placement, w
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I found the whole thing almost funny, and I didn't even bother looking up."I came here today to thank my professor, not to watch the two of you put on a show."Tara's expression shifted instantly, and Father looked ready to slam his hand on the table. Just then, the door to the private room swung open. Professor Moore walked in, beaming, a briefcase slung over his shoulder."Everyone, parents included, is everyone here? Sorry I'm late; I ran into the dean downstairs and got caught up talking. I'm really happy about tonight's celebration."Professor Moore stood at the head of the room, smiling broadly."Our class's grad exam results this year were genuinely impressive, especially Tara and Cyrus, both of whom cleared the cutoff for Boxwood's second-round interviews. Well done, both of you. Congratulations."Tara and Cyrus exchanged a proud, satisfied glance. My parents straightened in their seats, practically glowing with pride.Professor Moore's gaze swept across the room and
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The photo showed him and Tara having a candlelit dinner at a restaurant, Tara gazing at him adoringly, Cyrus beaming back at her.[The grad exam's finally over, and I finally get to relax with the person I love!][I heard some upsetting news today, and it's honestly been weighing on me. Everyone's entitled to their own choices, and failure isn't something to be ashamed of. What's shameful is hiding your own weakness behind lies, going so far as to fake honors that are completely out of reach.][I hope a certain someone can pick himself back up soon. Retaking the exam a year later really isn't a big deal. Tara and I will both be cheering you on from Boxwood.]Underneath, a neat row of likes had already piled up, Tara's icon sitting right at the top.Then a message came through on a new group chat someone had created, and I'd apparently been added without my knowledge. Someone had posted a screenshot of Cyrus's announcement in the chat, along with a "love" sticker.[Tara and Cyrus
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The screen showed the electronic acceptance letter for the Distinguished Scholars PhD Program, a joint initiative launched by the National Institute of Advanced Sciences. My information and an official digital seal were printed clearly across it.Tara froze. "The Institute... a direct placement?"Standing beside her, Cyrus's mouth twitched twice before he managed to force out a smile."Zach, are you... are you sure you didn't grab the wrong picture? There are barely a handful of direct placements at the Institute nationwide each year, and you'd have to go through several rounds of written tests and interviews."Your grades are decent, sure, but there's no way you could've quietly landed something like that without anyone hearing about it..."Something seemed to click for Tara, and her eyes lit up. She smiled."Mr. Tipton, Mrs. Tipton, I know Zach didn't finish his last exam, and he must feel awful about it, worried you'd be upset with him. But faking something like this really is
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The dinner was hosted jointly by the Tiptons and the Mowrys, and the scale of it showed. They'd booked out an entire ballroom at a five-star hotel. Nearly everyone from our class had come, filling several large round tables. I was seated at the very edge of the head table, watching my parents exchange pleasantries with Tara's parents, as if Cyrus were their only source of pride.The small talk hadn't gone on long before Tara and Cyrus came over to the head table, glasses of juice in hand, to make a toast. Tara was dressed formally for the occasion. She glanced at me, her lips curling into a faintly mocking smile, then let out a sigh that landed at exactly the wrong moment."Mr. Tipton, Mrs. Tipton, I'm honestly so glad Zach could make it today. After he skipped his last exam yesterday, I was worried he'd be too embarrassed to show his face."The head table went silent instantly.Mother froze, then turned to look at me. "Zach… skipped what exam?"Classmates at the nearby tabl
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