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Hugo catches my gaze from his side of the cubicle wall.

“Who is it?” he mouths.

I shake my head. “No one,” I mouth back.

“The engineering department has a set of plans I need to review. You’ll go down and retrieve them for me.”

“I—”

“Emelia, have you forgotten your role here at Banks and Barclay? If I ask something of you,you do it.”

If any other person—man or woman—spoke to me the way Professor Barclay is speaking to me right now, I would hang up the phone and take it up with HR. I’m not a doormat for the general population. I’m submissive to a singular man who happens to have his last name plastered on the side of the building I’m currently standing in.

The moment of silence hangs heavy between us, and he must know he’s regained the upper hand when I fail to say another word. I hang up the phone gently, tell Hugo I have to run an errand, and make my way straight down to the engineering department.

I have no idea who I’m supposed to report to once I arrive, but it turns out not to be a problem. When I step out of the elevators on the sixth floor, a guy waves me over to his desk and hands me an oversized cylindrical tube filled with rolled-up paper plans.

“He wanted to see these. I’d hurry if I were you. He seems more annoyed than usual today.”

Yes, because of me.

I head straight for the elevators again, avoiding Zach’s curious stare from over at his desk. I’ve never needed to venture down to the engineering department before, and if Professor Barclay had it his way, I likely never would again.

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