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The intern peeked over his notebook nervously, whispering, “Um… should I take notes?” Lydia glared at him. “Yes. Take notes. Take every single note because one day, if this ends up in the press, you’ll want to remember exactly how someone this powerful, this… careless, turned everything upside down.”

ETHA'S POV ●●⁠●⁠● The pen left the page, and for a brief moment, nothing happened. The girl didn't take the sheet from me immediately, as instead, she stared, her eyes tracing the name once more. “Etha?” She repeated under her breath, her voice barely audible. I didn't react, instead, I noticed she got tired of staring. She finally took the paper to write something down on it before passing it to the next person. Lecturer Reed on the other hand, cleared his throat lightly, restoring order without even raising his voice.

I was hesitating on what to say, but he already got one paper so I just stared at him. He wrote something on the readings. "Here are some tip. Most of the words from the readings are usually fillers and those fillers are usually the reasons why we get distracted from the content that we are supposed to be focusing. An outline on what you should be getting from these reading might help you." He gave the paper again. I looked at it and saw that he did some outline on what I should be looking for. I pressed my lips together and looked at him. "Uhmm t-thanks." He let out a soft laugh.

A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You are unbelievable.” “So I’ve been told.” I rolled my eyes so hard they almost qualified as cardio. “Give it back.” “What do I get?” “My eternal gratitude.” “Boring.” “My notes?” “I can read those anyway.” “Kai.” “Wren.” “You’re impossible.” “And yet…” He finally placed the notebook into my waiting hand, letting his fingertips brush mine for the briefest second. Barely a touch. Hardly anything. Yet my pulse still skipped.

he says. Right. Of course. I search the sheet of paper I offered to take notes on when we started having these meetings a week ago. Suggestions meander this way and that, nowhere near a neat column. Even though I’m taking notes, other people keep adding things as they see fit. Kieran’s scrawl crowds in around the top, Taner’s at odd angles on the sides, even Ingrid’s flowing script dots the page here and there. Finding anything takes several seconds of concentrated effort—and filtering out a few suggestions I’ve struck off without attempting because I know they’re going to fail. Whoever put Lock him in a room and just start having a meeting needs to have their quill removed.

I wanted to drop this note again because if you have not re-read it from the start to get all the changes things may not make a lot of sense going forward. Thank you again so much for reading! Saree Bee

Looking at them I see surprise on their faces when they start to go through some of my notes. " you have gathered all this information?" Kian says and look ate me with some notes in his hands. Sitting back in my seat I raise an eyebrow at him. He didn't think I could or what? He keeps his eyes at me for a moment before he turn back his attention to the notes. "This is going to take a long time to go through!" He says when Emma comes walking inside with some coffee to us. I take my cup and start sipping on it. I know how much notes I have been making under all this time and it's easier to tell them most of it.

“Parang gusto ko na lang maging halaman.” “Impossible.” “Bakit?” “Too argumentative.” Napatawa ako kahit pagod. Nakakabawas pala talaga ng bigat kapag may taong marunong kang patawanin sa gitna ng breakdown. Habang nagpapahinga kami sandali, napansin kong may hawak ding sariling readings si Sean. Makapal, highlighted, at punong-puno ng sticky notes. “Anong subject mo ngayon?” tanong ko.

He came with his face in her neck, pulsing, a groan he didn’t have to swallow for a hallway. They lay in the wreckage. A plant watched, unbothered. Kit traced the faint mark his teeth had left at her shoulder. “I have to be in the chair at nine-forty. Reader at ten. You in the booth at ten-ten.” “I’ll sound like a woman who slept.” “You’ll sound like a woman who got fucked correctly. I’ll ride the gain like a professional.” Eden turned her head on the pillow. “If the reader is good, I might hate her.”

There were stick notes and bookmarks every few pages. Aiden shook his head and flipped through the pages before stopping randomly on a stick note and reading it. "What are these for?" Ryder felt her cheeks heat up. "Oh... I just like the writer's style. I like to note down the phrases I like." "Mhm." Aiden flipped through the pages a few more times before closing the book and giving it back to her. "So, how have you been?" Ryder "???" Is he okay? Is he feeling unwell somewhere? Ryder had to fight the urge to check if Aiden was having a fever. "...Fine, I guess."