Mia finally reached the lecture hall—an expansive, modern room built for postgraduate programs. Rows of sleek desks curved gently along ascending platforms, each with built-in monitors and adjustable seats. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed one side of the hall, letting in the pale London sunlight. At the front stood a wide digital screen and a polished wooden podium.
She stepped inside quietly. A few students were already seated, some tapping on tablets, others chatting softly. A tall guy in a blue hoodie sat with headphones slung around his neck, scribbling something in a notebook. Two girls in stylish trench coats scrolled through a shared phone, giggling under their breath.
“Hello,” Mia greeted softly as she entered. A few turned and nodded in return.
She scanned the room quickly and
