The student union cafeteria was packed with the late-afternoon rush. The clatter of plastic trays and loud conversations filled the large, open room.
Grayson sat at a corner table, a glass of ice water in front of him. Toby sat across from him, aggressively tapping his foot against the linoleum floor. He kept checking his watch.
"It's four-fifteen, Gray," Toby muttered, leaning across the table. "The evening edition usually drops at four. What if she didn't print it? What if Omega Media's lawyers threatened the university?"
"Corporate lawyers do not move fast enough to stop a college printing press on a Friday afternoon," Grayson said calmly. He took a sip of his water. "Be patient."
A loud thud echoed near the front entrance.
Two student volunteers dropped heavy bundles of the Stanfo
