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    “Jeff, this experiment will y a crucial role in your schrship evaluation. Please take it seriously.”


    Reading that, Jeff frowned.


    From across theb, Professor Taylor noticed his expression. He was flipping through some research papers but nced up.


    “You alright, Jeff?” he asked gently.


    Jeff quickly snapped out of it, shoved his phone away, and gave a quick nod. “Yeah, Professor Taylor. All good.”


    He didn’t mention anything about the schrship. Or the email. Or the fact that he was basically drowning financially.


    How could he? He had just gotten the university schrship. On paper, he was fine. But in reality, that money would barely cover one month of his mom’s hospital bills. Her meds had gone up in price again. What used tost three months now barely stretched six weeks.


    If he didn’t find more money soon, she’d be out of medication. And that wasn’t an option.


    Professor Taylor studied him for a moment, then said quietly, “Jeff, just so you know—you can alwayse talk to me. About school. Or anything else. I’ll help however I can. That’s what I’m here for, alright?”


    The words were carefully chosen. Taylor knew enough about Jeff’s background to speak with empathy, not pity.


    Jeff nodded again. “Thanks, Professor. I’m really okay. I’ll stay focused on the experiment.”


    He still couldn’t bring himself to ask for help. Not yet.


    If this new schrship came through, he wouldn’t need to.


    The professor let it go and went back to his work.


    Later that afternoon, during a bathroom break, Jeff pulled out his phone and replied to the message. “Where’s the experiment? And when?”


    Nina responded almost instantly, “Theb is in the suburbs. This Saturday.”


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    The suburbs? Jeff frowned.


    What kind ofb is out there? That area was mostly emptynd, half of it overgrown, the rest used for scrap yards or warehouses.


    But as if she’d read his thoughts, Nina followed up. “It’s a confidential facility with advanced equipment. This is a discreet research project. We hope you understand.”


    Jeff’s grip on his phone tightened. Something about this still didn’t sit right. Remote location, mysteriousb, vague instructions—it was textbook scam behavior. Or worse.


    But then, another message dropped. “If you have any doubts, you’re free to withdraw. You won’t receive the full schrship, but you can keep the initial grant as a token of our support for young talent.”


    Nina was worried he’d bail.


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