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Valeria Monroe's POV

The rhythmic tapping of my pen against the edge of my notebook filled the silent lecture hall. Professor Calloway's deep voice echoed through the vast space, his words flowing smoothly as he dissected the intricacies of political ethics. Normally, I'd be absorbed, scribbling notes furiously, but today, my mind was a tangled mess of unfinished thoughts and restless energy.

A sharp buzz vibrated against my thigh. My phone, hidden beneath the desk, lit up with a single message from my mother. Dinner at 7. Don't be late. The unspoken weight behind her words pressed down on me. Late meant irresponsible. Late meant ungrateful. Late meant another exhausting conversation about discipline, expectations, and how the Monroe name demanded excellence.

I clenched my jaw and refocused on the lecture.

Professor Calloway leaned against the podium, his presence commanding yet effortlessly charismatic. "The truth, no matter how inconvenient, always comes at a cost. Sometimes, the price is power. Other times, it's personal." He paused, scanning the room before continuing, "But there's always a cost."

His words sent an uncomfortable shiver through me. Maybe it was the way he said it. Or maybe it was the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes-a hint of a deeper meaning beneath the surface.

The minute hand on the clock hit the hour mark, signaling the end of class. Chairs scraped against the floor as students gathered their things. I tucked my notebook into my bag and was about to leave when Calloway called out, "Valeria, a moment?"

My stomach tightened. He never singled me out.

I turned back, masking my surprise. "Yes, Professor?"

Calloway offered a polished smile. "Walk with me."

We stepped into the hallway, his pace measured, his posture perfectly composed. "You've always been one of my most perceptive students," he said, his voice dipping just enough to make me uneasy. "Which is why I'd like to offer you a position as my research assistant next semester."

The breath I'd been holding released in a quiet rush. "That's... an incredible opportunity. I'd love to."

His smile widened. "Good. I'll have the official documents ready soon."

Something about the way he said it made the air feel heavier. Calloway was known for his integrity, yet an instinct deep in my gut whispered that there was more to this offer than he was letting on.

Jasper Kane's POV

Smoke curled lazily into the air, dissipating against the cold night sky. I flicked the cigarette between my fingers, barely paying attention to the people drifting in and out of the bar's back alley. The scent of cheap beer and bad decisions clung to the atmosphere.

Valeria Monroe wasn't the type to be caught dead in a place like this. Which made it all the more interesting that she was here.

She stood on the other side of the street, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, eyes locked on the glow of the coffee shop's window. A storm brewed in her expression, tension visible even from a distance.

I took another drag, debating whether or not to interfere.

Most people at East Ridge University either avoided me or feared me. Valeria? She didn't even acknowledge I existed. Perfect little overachiever, untouchable in her world of ambition and carefully curated success. But she wasn't acting so perfect right now.

Curiosity won.

I crossed the street, my footsteps silent against the pavement. She didn't notice me until I was close enough to see the flicker of alarm in her gaze.