บททั้งหมดของ Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Kendra’s POVWe slid into our usual row of seats, the cold wooden desktop feeling unforgiving beneath my forearms as I hauled my notebook and pens out of my bag.The lecturer was already at the front of the lecture hall, his voice booming through the overhead speakers as he launched into a dense, rapid-fire breakdown of comparative corporate insolvency frameworks. The slides clicked past on the massive projector screen in a blur of diagrams, bullet points, and complex statutory references.Normally, I never lived for these lectures. I never thrived on the sharp, analytical rhythm of legal theory, even if I let it consume my entire focus. But today it was worse, the words washed over me like distant static.My mind was trapped in a relentless, exhausting loop. Even though we had just spent the last few executing a flawless dry run of our presentation with Leo, the residual terror of walking across the hall still clung to my skin like a cold sweat. Every rustle of paper two rows behind

Leo’s POVThe Professor’s voice droned on from the front of the amphitheater, breaking down the nuanced mechanics of hostile takeovers and proxy battles, I was enjoying the examples he was citing. My mind was completely on the the lecture. Suddenly my phone, resting face-down beside my open notebook, gave a short, double-pitched vibration against the wood.I didn't reach for it immediately. I waited until the Professor turned his back to scribble a complex corporate liability equation across the whiteboard, then casually slipped my hand down to the edge of the desk. I slid the phone into my palm, pressed my thumb against the glass to unlock it, and checked the notification tray.A direct multimedia message from Julian.My lips parted in a slight, amused smirk. I tapped the icon, and the encrypted video file downloaded instantly. I hit play, keeping the screen tilted at a sharp, defensive angle toward my chest so no one else in the row could catch a stray glance.The video opened with

Kendra’s POV The campus walkways was bustling as the final lecture of the day finally let out. Students flooded out of the halls in thick, noisy clusters, desperate to escape the academic grind. But for Lena, Leo, and me, the real trial was still waiting just around the corner. Tomorrow was the group presentation—the definitive test that would either validate our weeks of grueling work or watch it all burn down.As we packed our notebooks into our bags near the center aisle, Leo pushed off the backrest of his desk and walked over to our row, looking as effortlessly composed as ever despite the chaotic undercurrent of the day."Just a quick reality check before we scatter," Leo said, leaning his hands against the wooden desktop with a quiet, authoritative air. "The presentation is tomorrow morning, sharp at nine."Lena and I exchanged knowing looks, both of us swinging our backpacks over our shoulders."We haven't forgotten, Leo," Lena answered with a confident smirk, zipping her bag

Lena’s POVThe digital clock glowing on Kendra’s bedside table blinked quietly, reading just past midnight. The scattered remnants of our pizza box, color-coded financial charts, and highlighters covered the coffee table, silent witnesses to hours of intense yet surprisingly joyful preparation.As I sat there pulling on my boots, a strange, unfamiliar lightness settled deep in my chest. If someone had told me twenty-four hours ago that I’d be sitting on a living room floor eating pizza, screaming pop songs in a steamy bathroom like an unbothered teenager, and laughing until my ribs ached right before the biggest academic presentation of our lives, I would have laughed in their face. But tonight felt different. The heavy, pressurized dread that usually accompanied high-stakes deadlines had completely dissolved, replaced by a bubbling, carefree energy. For the first time in what felt like months, I felt entirely alive—unburdened, anchored, and oddly invincible.I stood up, stretching my

Kendra’s POVIn front of the board was sensed with students saying and rehearsing their lines for the presentation.I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Leo and Lena near the arched window, clutching my leather portfolio case so tightly my knuckles had gone stark white, my lips moving silently as I rehearsed my opening market validation metrics. Leo stood beside me with his arms crossed over his tailored suit jacket, his dark eyes surveying the room with a mask of absolute, unshakeable composure. Lena stood slightly behind us, her low ponytail and charcoal blazer projecting lethal efficiency, though the rapid tapping of her pen against her thigh betrayed the humming current of adrenaline beneath her skin.Suddenly, the heavy door of the boardroom clicked open, and the Professor stepped out into the hallway, a clipboard tucked under one arm. He scanned the crowded corridor with a sharp, discerning eye."Quiet down, everyone," his voice boomed over the anxious murmurs of the students. "The