Quinn pushed through the heavy glass doors of the Green Library, the afternoon heat washing over her like a physical wave. She clutched the black leather Vanguard folder against her chest, her mind already calculating the logistical transition from high school senior to corporate executive.
"Ms. Harper! A moment, if you please!"
Quinn stopped at the bottom of the concrete steps. She turned to see Dr. Elias Aris hurrying toward her, his usually immaculate tweed suit looking slightly rumpled. He carried his leather briefcase and wore an expression of deep, paternal concern.
"Dr. Aris," Quinn said, her voice entirely devoid of the nervous deference she had always used with him. "Is there a problem with the thesis extension?"
"No, no, quite the opposite," Dr. Aris said, pausing to catch hi
