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Office Hours: part 2

Author: Opuna writes
last update publish date: 2026-08-26 17:51:13

Two days later the email arrived at 4:17 p.m.

My office. 7:30. Bring the notes we discussed.

Lena read it three times. There were no notes. They both knew it.

She arrived at 7:28. The department hallway was empty again, the same vending machine humming at the far end. The rectangle of light under his door looked exactly the same. Her pulse did not.

She knocked once.

“Come in.”

Julian was standing this time, sleeves rolled, tie already loosened. He watched her close the door and turn the l
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