A Love on Paper
"What happened to your—"
"Deal with the matter I brought up today quickly, Christopher," I cut him off, my expression neutral. "You were right about one thing, though—Roxanne's tactics are dirty."
Without hesitation, I turned on my heel and walked away.
Back in my room, I ran cold water over my ear. Fortunately, it was just a small scrape. When I checked my phone, I noticed a string of WhatsApp messages from Professor Tate.
"Have you made a decision yet? Are you interested in joining this project?