Harold's POV
I stared at Alan in disbelief. "Is that really how you see me?"
Alan scratched his nose sheepishly. Honestly, guilt hit him the moment those words left his mouth. I was the Bailey family heir, after all. No matter how rough things got, I'd never sink that low. "Just covering all the bases?"
I brushed off my clueless friend, walked over to Phoebe, and settled into the seat beside her. Time to get serious about this work.
Alan stood there like an idiot, completely ignored.
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Ever since Chad got the call about Harold working at Clearwater University's library, his head had been pounding. He had this sinking feeling that having this troublemaker around meant the campus would never see peace again.
He was right. Less than twenty-four hours in, and professors were already flooding his phone with complaints about the library being packed beyond capacity. Outside the gates, a crowd of parents had gathered after catching wind of the news.
