Before I can answer, Conrad speaks for the first time. “Do you even know how much I'm paying?”
The smugness in his voice irritates me.
I turn toward him. “I'm not interested.”
He frowns.
“Sorry, but I can't even do it for a day.” I tell Mr. Thomas. “And if you insist, you'll need Edward Strout's permission to steal me from his schedule.”
The message lands immediately.
Mr. Thomas exhales.
“Fine,” he says eventually.
“I hope you find someone soon.”
I grab my bag, don't even look at Conrad and head for the door.
The second it clicks shut behind me, I let out a breath.
When exactly did I become the university's emergency academic response team?
I shake my head and continue down the corridor.
Distributed Systems.
That's what I should be focusing on.
I hitch my bag higher on my s
