His Dirty Little Secret
The study room was cozy and glass-walled, offering a view of the busy hallway outside where students milled about, adding an element of exposure that made my pulse spike.
My three classmates were already huddled around the round table, laptops open, brainstorming moral dilemmas in tech mergers: Jake, the laid-back poli-sci major with his perpetual five-o'clock shadow and easy grin; Mia, my best friend since freshman year, her wild curls tied back, pre-law sharpness in her eyes; and Alex, the chatty psych minor who always had snacks. Mia spotted me first, waving me over with a knowing smile. "Cass! Finally— we've been debating AI outing secrets. Jake thinks it's hilarious chaos, but I'm all f
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