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009: The Interrogation

Author: Monday Luisa
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-29 17:47:37

~Elena’s POV~

Security escorts Mateo through the Gothic Quarter campus at 2 AM like he’s a criminal.

I watch from the parking lot shadows as they disappear into the administration building.

He didn’t look back, he told me to go home before they loaded him into their vehicle. Like I’m capable of going anywhere while they’re interrogating him.

My phone buzzes.

It’s Sofia. ‘Where the fuck are you? Your location shows campus. Get your ass home NOW!!’

I ignore it, wait another ten minutes. Then I drive home because sitting in that parking lot won’t change anything.

Sofia is on my couch when I unlock my apartment door.

“You look like shit.” She doesn’t move, just studies me from her position sprawled across my cushions. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“Friday.” I drop my bag, collapse beside her. “Maybe Thursday.”

“Jesus, Elena.” She sits up. “Start talking, spill everything and no bullshit.”

So I tell her. All of it. The hotel. The classroom. The office. The studio, the modeling, the s
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