{Elira}
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Seven Hours Later…
The end of Economics of the Wild felt like surviving a storm. My brain was fried, my focus thinning like mist, and all I wanted was to bury my face into a pillow.
But there was one more thing to do.
As the professor exited the room and my classmates poured into the hallway in waves of laughter and heavy footsteps, I slipped out behind them and fished my phone from my pocket.
My thumb found Zenon's name in my contacts, and I pressed call.
I started walking quickly, dodging clusters of students. Zenon would hate the noise. He didn't do noise or delays.
Zenon picked up after two rings.
"Good afternoon, Professor," I said quickly, ducking into a quieter hallway alcove. "I just finished with my classes."
"Find your way to my office at the Academic Block. Don't be late," he replied, curt as always.
Then he ended the call.
There was no "okay." Nothing like, "I'll be waiting." No tone softer than steel.
