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still, it was far too early to start digging into that. especially when this professor was proving to be much more entertaining than expected. “these drinks are really strong tonight,” she commented casually, covering up the coughing fit with surprising grace. at the mention +

made a brow rise. almost choking on her drink, she quickly covered it with a cough and straightened herself. she had to stay composed, no matter what. “— my daughter?” she repeated. “that’s very interesting coming from a man who doesn’t even know my name, yet somehow knows my +

crossing elegantly over the other. “— are you asking that as a professor, or as the man who keeps mysteriously appearing wherever i happen to be?” a brow arched, amusement dancing in her eyes. “because at this point, mr. sterling, i’m starting to think one of us is following +

expected to find you in a place like this.”

she knew her daughter better than anyone else in the world. whenever vilah promised she wouldn’t do something, she usually stuck to it. (or at least that’s how eleanor remembered her…) with a quiet huff of relief, she finished her coffee and set the cup down on the table. +

lives. yet she’d recognize that voice anywhere. a cigarette rested lazily between her fingers as brown eyes swept over the woman standing before her. surprise flickered across her features for the briefest second before years of practiced composure buried it beneath a familiar,+

and anyone she wanted to impress. she even offered a small wave to one of the onlookers before returning her attention to her daughter, her eyes narrowing at the mention of her father. “that’s enough.” the words were quiet, but sharp. “everything you have now is because +

daughter. “that’s funny, because last i checked, schools don’t require late night food deliveries, concert tickets, gucci this, gucci that,and whatever this charge from three days ago is.” it was probably a few sex toys, but whatever. “do you know how embarrassing it is to +