Leyk excuses himself for a moment, disappearing to who-knows-where. The moment he’s gone, Seven finally drifts away from my side and leans over the table, scanning their first big accomplishment like it’s a work of art.
“I’ll work on the theoretical background,” he announces, snatching a pen like he’s about to sign a million-dollar deal. “Rehan, find sources to back up our title.”
Rehan grunts in acknowledgment, already flipping open his laptop. Jia starts fiddling with her phone—probably digging through saved PDFs—and Arlo just nods like the proud leader of a well-oiled machine.
They look… efficient.
Too efficient.
Which makes it even more hilarious when I realize something is seriously off.
The title isn’t bad, exactly…
It just doesn’t fit.
Then it hits me.
Oh.
They’re doing a
