The cramped space of the sophomore dorm room smelled of cheap institutional carpet and stale cafeteria food.
Grayson Knight stood in the center of the room. He wore his charcoal suit trousers and a crisp white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. On the small twin bed, a single black duffel bag sat open.
Toby Miller was sitting on his own unmade bed across the room, holding a heavy macroeconomics textbook in his lap.
"Are you absolutely sure we shouldn't take the books?" Toby asked, flipping through the thick, glossy pages. "They cost a hundred and fifty dollars each at the campus bookstore. We could sell them back."
"Leave them," Grayson commanded, folding a dark tie and placing it precisely into the duffel bag.
"Gray, it's a thousand dollars worth of textbooks between t
