y Mars

my hair across my face, but a sudden, ov

f the Marsh sports empire just to experience normal college life. I

trading me for a fake so

rapidly over the

Uncle Jared.

k building on Elm Street. The stairwell smelled of stale beer and damp radiator steam. I

memories. I was

ic had bought me to play his com

e corner. Sitting on the heavy steel mount was a liquid-coo

nematic model I had ever designed, including the LN-Titaniu

d-state drives into anti-static sleeves, and slipp

, heavy footsteps thunde

ow you're in there!" Dedric's muff

realized his Friday game was doomed

cloud server Dedric's team used. With three rapid keystrokes, I exec

rwrite. Per

nt door, vibrating the hinges so hard that

kdown?" Dedric kicked

family's firm! Open this door right now and give me the new skate specs, or I

ed it open, my thirty-pound tactic

ending impatience. He reached out to grab my luggage handle. "Stop being dramat

and away with a

ddened knuckles, his eyes widen

and lethal. "Check your team server, Dedric. The tactical models, the

s thumbs frantically swiping the screen. "You... you locked the core algorithms? B

ut my weekly patch updates, your production lines will brick within thir

ic lunged forward, raising h

adlocked on his. "Take one more step, Dedric, and I call Campus Security. Let's see what t

arrogant coward who worshipped his o

and tossed it. It landed in the puddle of me

up your lies and g

my single rolling suitcase, m

over the railing, his voice cracking with desperation. "You'll

and pushed open the front

mist. Before I could even reach the curb, a pair o

the sidewalk, its tires crunching smoothly over the fro

tailored charcoal coat and pristine white gloves step

s Marsh," the driv