ELOISE
The rain had stopped by the afternoon, leaving Vanderbilt’s campus slick, grey, and smelling of damp earth. My mind was still reeling from the intense, silent confrontation between Mike and Caleb in the library. Every time I tried to focus on my classwork, the raw fury in Mike’s eyes flashed in my mind, making my hands shake against my notebook.
I needed to clear my head, so I volunteered to head to the athletic annex’s administrative wing to pick up some generic housing forms my mom needed for her logistics records.
The administrative wing was quiet, lined with polished mahogany walls and glass display cases showcasing centuries of Vanderbilt sports trophies. The liaison wasn't at her front desk, but the door to the inner executive conference room was cracked open.
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