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ersonal, academic, or romantic association with Pa

king as it cooled, and stared at the document

ast c

was running out of ink, I signed my name o

he clause about financial settlement. A

change everything fo

red for less

ion, I checked the box next to the line: W

is money. I nee

osophy, a ghostwriter for his GPA, ensuring the gr

s, only to be met with his deafening silence and arrogant indifferenc

er. I was taki

, welcome slap to my face. The magnificent iron gates of the

e me didn't even register as a blip on his radar. In his eyes, I was nothing

hone and dialed the familiar number. It ra

unded thin in the vast, empty parking lot. "

iss Miller," the voice o

hair combed without a single strand out of place, emerged f

slight nod, his eyes holding a hint of curiosity

handing him the folder. My movements wer

ly. He flipped to the last page, his eyes lan

otion. Surprise. "Are you certain, Miss Mill

if we were discussing the weather. "I fulfilled my tutoring d

lders. I just wanted to get out of here, to sev

r. "Very well. I will deliver

fessional neutrality, as if I had just gi

ht and distant. I watched until he disappeared behind the side

h boy's world. I'm done chasing ghosts