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“Eleanor.”
“What’s up, man?” Eleanor asked, not looking up at Chidi. “You need something?”
“Yes, come with me.”
Eleanor, shocked by the forceful tone of his voice, dropped her magazine and grabbed his outstretched hand. Chidi ushered her into his study and slammed the door behind them.
“Uh—”
“You like weirdly confident me, right?”
Eleanor nodded and watched Chidi sweep everything off his desk with a flourish. She stared at the pile of books and papers on the floor.
“Confident Chidi, huh?”
“Yeah,” Chidi said, lifting her up and pressing her into his desk. “You better get used to it.”