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Monica called it "individual bonding content," which sounded clinical enough that I almost laughed when she said it out loud in the meeting, like we were lab rats being scheduled for separate enclosures.
"One outing per player," she'd explained, tapping through her calendar. "Staggered over two weeks. Nothing extravagant, nothing that looks planned. The goal is authenticity."
"There's nothing authentic about a schedule," I'd said, and she'd looked at me like that was the least useful observation she'd heard all week.
Ryder went first, which felt right, given that he was the one who'd started all of this in the first place. He picked a small Italian place a few blocks off campus, dim lighting, quiet enough that nobody would notice us right away, the kind of restaurant that photogr
