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Mark never broke his gaze from Alpha Sean throughout his speech and he kept a victorious smile on his lips as if he knew he already won a war that hadn’t started. First, how the fuck did he know all that? Secondly, we might be screwed this time for real.

A U T H O R ――― Mark is in his office. Attending an important meeting. Foreign delegates are observing him carefully. “So gentlemen my presentation ends here. Now tell me what do you have decided about this deal?” Mark unbuttoned his jacket and sat back on his chair then asked the foreign delegates.

type cave internal an Announcer, it seems for you. I didnt choose a relaxation stop. No, however you wanted one. Announcers can pick out up on that. Also, I was once right here helping out, wanting it on your behalf. The little gargoyle shrugged, and Lawrence heard a sound like boulders knocking against every other. The inner of an Announcer isnt wherever at all. Its a neverwhere, the darkish echo solid via something in the past. Each one is different, adapting to the wishes of its travelers, so lengthy as theyre inside.

The lecture had already begun, and I tried to focus, but the morning's chaos still clung to me. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a student rushed in, out of breath. “Mark,” the instructor called out with a smirk, “I don’t know how you made it this far into a master’s program, but were you always this late as an undergrad?” The class chuckled softly, and Mark offered a sheepish grin.

Something about the set of her jaw, the slight arch of her brow, suggested she'd been through more than a few fires and hadn't let them consume her. Ashton blinked once, then lowered his gaze to the contents beneath. M.A. in Literary Studies – University of Oxford. Former lecturer at University of California, San Francisco. Published in multiple literary journals, including The Atlantic Review and Modern Thought Quarterly. Spoken at international academic conferences in Berlin, Toronto, and Kyoto. Fluent in three languages. He skimmed the rest—awards, fellowships, a note of commendation from a U.K. ministry official. A quick upward twitch of one brow was the only sign of what he thought.

I am packing up my notepad in my sling bag when Mark comes to disturb my peace and thoughts. He put his hands around me, "I missed you, Sammy." He pouts and whines like a little kid. I roll my eyes, a habit of mine that I can’t get rid of besides nail-biting. " But we have barely spent an hour apart. It's not my fault you chose to seat far away from me. " I reply I sling the bag over my shoulder and begin to walk out of the lecture hall with Mark beside me. Mark is a very handsome human, and very social almost everyone in school knows who he is.

Since I had no other classes for the day, I spent the rest of my time reading up on my lecture materials so I could be prepared for the next day’s lectures. I was just about to order dinner when Mark got in the house. “Hey, you,” I greeted him with a smile. “Hey, my little troublemaker,” he responded, giving me a sly wink and I knew that something was up. “What is it, Mark?” I asked. “Uhm… I should be the one asking you that question,” he replied. “You’re the one having a lovers’ quarrel in the middle of campus.” Shit. Word had already gotten around.

Not happily. Dangerously. The room slowly quieted. Luca noticed first. Then everyone else. Mark looked toward the map again. Toward the red markers. Toward the growing pressure. Toward the invisible enemy. And for the first time since the war began— he looked interested. "They made a mistake." The room froze. One advisor frowned. "What mistake?" Mark's smile disappeared. "They think this is about business." A pause. Cold. Precise. "They forgot it's personal now."

His expression remained relaxed as he walked past rows of staring students toward the back row. Marcus grinned immediately the moment he approached. Tony slid into the empty seat beside him smoothly. The professor shook his head lightly before clearing his throat. “Now… as I was saying…” The lecture resumed. At the front row Lily slowly turned in her seat. A soft smile spread across her lips the second her eyes landed on Tony. --- About an hour later the lecture ended. The lecturer capped his marker before turning away from the board. “I’ll have my assignment on Wednesday.” “Okay, sir,” several students echoed immediately.

I made a mental note that I needed to get my pack in check when it came to authority and respect. Mara grabbed the edge of the table like she needed something solid. “You’re acting like a guy hiding bodies.” She flicked her eyes to the stamp across the folder—LEDGER – KEEP SEALED—then to the boxes stacked along the wall like junk. “That isn’t bookkeeping,” she said, voice low. “That’s evidence. Who are you protecting?” I didn’t answer. Denial would bait her. Admission would hand her a weapon. But my silence did something else: it told her she wasn’t wrong.