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006: The Confession

Author: Monday Luisa
last update publish date: 2025-11-28 15:20:31

~Elena’s POV~

“The studio keys were in my desk drawer.” Mateo’s voice is flat, dead. “Campus security inventoried my office this afternoon.”

My back is still against his wall, jeans unbuttoned, his hand print visible on my hip. The dean’s voice continues through the phone speaker, sharp and authoritative.

“I need you on campus within the hour, Professor Sandoval. This cannot wait until morning.”

“I understand. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

He ends the call. Silence crushes down between
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