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She leaned back and rested into the chair, folding her arms across her chest and studying the man, this was the grand son of the business tycoon every one in New York was going on about and she wondered if he was the same person she had seen the first time she had gone to Skyline, with the media buzzing around him, the one they said had just returned. She knew that in order for her to know more about him and Skyline and the connection they had, or did not have, to these murders, she would have to get in closer, she would have to go to the club and go undercover. The club was the best place to gather information and gossip, no body would be so cautious if she started asking about who Michael

Aakash said while clearing his throat. Abeer leave Krisha awkwardly and said,"Let's go inside." Aakash nodded and entered the college . The whole college was decorated beautifully , the college was decorated with colourful light , it is attracting people from very distance. Abeer and Aakash both meet there old friends and teachers. They introduce both Shreya and Krisha also to them. There professors are very proud on both of them as they had become IAS and IPS officers. Abeer and Aakash were standing near the bar with there friends and Krisha and Shreya were standing together with a glass of wine.

He searched for any-any single clue that can prove that Professor Sapphire (the old shit) is the real suspect. The old shelves of myth books, bocote wood's smell, it's fragrance is quite good but by the time the shelves seem too dark... These books are about the legend-the king, who conquered the world alone. The cover of these old books is still too hard, it's ragged from some sides and it's edges are faded, the title of this book is pretty interesting... "Kneel before I kill." When he was trying to look around his table, VC came in and asked, "You're not satisfied yet officer, aren't you?" 'I don't want any interruption by you old shit, don't try to mess up my investigation!' He said it ou

Alistair said and they all stood up and left the office, locking it behind them. *Back at the Bakery* Kayla stepped out into the storefront, the bell above the door still jingling from the customer’s arrival. She forced a polite smile, though her heart raced as she saw a group of men enter—tall, confident, and intimidating. She recognized them immediately, The professors from her school,two of them are actually her professors. The brothers strolled in like they owned the place, their eyes scanning the bakery’s interior before landing on Kayla behind the counter.

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

he added quietly, “and I’ll let him come in and take a look. I mean it.” I shrank into the darkness beneath the desk, clamping both hands over my mouth. Above me, I heard Sarek casually lift the remote and deactivate the door lock. “Come in.” The door unlocked, and an eager, wide-eyed cat beastman student pushed it open. “I’m sorry to bother you, Professor… but I’m having trouble understanding this section of the terrain.” The student then opened his book. “Sure.” Sarek remained impassive, his left hand resting on the tabletop while his right hand dropped beneath it, covering my chest and giving it a vicious squeeze.

I watched the exact second his brain short-circuited trying to process the violent reality in front of him. To Leo, I was Professor Cross. I was the strict academic who stood at the front of a brightly lit lecture hall in a tailored suit, grading papers and discussing art history. I was not the man sitting behind a metal desk in an underground biker club with bruised knuckles and a loaded Glock resting near my right hand. Seeing me here broke his reality entirely. I did not break eye contact with the kid. I stood up slowly. The metal legs of my chair scraped a harsh, grating sound against the concrete floor.

The girls murmurred and some girls even giggled like they are admiring the person in front. The boys who wants to introduce themselves to me went back to their places so I can now clearly see the professor who had just talk. But my face turns cold when I saw the very unexpected man. My hands and forehead become sweaty. I got pinned by my seat and I almost swallowed my own tongue! Oh my gosh! It can't be! Damn! Damn! Damn! "Good morning class. My name is Dr. Alqamar San Diego and I will be your professor in Biochemistry for the whole year,"