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Ellory left the dean’s office after promising to meet up soon for dinner and sherry again, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. Stomach heavy with bile, he walked back to his office, the shadows of the darkened hallways seeming to loom over him with every step.
That conniving little weasel, Ellory thought, remembering the wide grin on Sean’s face that day on the field, laughing as Ellory hurried up the hill. He’d played a far better card than Ellory would have been able to. The logic of academics would oftentimes be far outweighed by the power of the support for athletics.
He’d been wrong about Sean; the man had no decency whatsoever.
He finally turned the corner to his office and saw Delia sitting on the floor, laptop shining blue light over her. She looked up and smiled at him, and despite the relief of a friendly face Ellory couldn’t bring his face to return her smile.
“You received another one in the mail,” Delia said as he sat down, feigning casualness.
Ellory hummed, writing something out. “What?”
“Another letter.” She peered at him over her laptop. “From Spain.”
Ellory rubbed his eyes and sighed. “More phone messages, too, I assume?” She nodded, and he stayed quiet for a moment. “Just toss them out like the rest.”
“Yes, sir.” She stood and took some papers and an envelope from the corner table and quietly left the room.
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