The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: 306 | The Answer Was No

I watched her walk past Felicity’s pair without stopping, past Caden and Marco with a glance that suggested their argument needed resolution before their time expired, and past Rina, who had somehow ended up working with Lyra.

Rina’s white hair bent over the page while her purple eyes tracked the numbers with more confidence than she’d shown in any combat context.

Budget analysis didn’t shoot back. It also didn’t require her to apologize for doing it correctly, which probably helped.

When Castillo reached Petra, she stopped again. Longer this time. She read Petra’s work from over her shoulder without comment, and the silence that followed carried enough weight that I could feel it from three tables away.

"Lang," Castillo said finally.

Petra looked up with the composed patience of someone who expected to be praised and was already calculating the appropriate humble response for when the praise arrived.

"Your analysis identifies all three vulnerabilities correctly," Castillo continued in the same neutral register, "includes two additional structural concerns I didn’t embed in the template, and proposes solutions that reference specific IHL regulatory provisions by section number." She paused. "How long did this take you?"

"Four minutes," Petra said.

"Did you learn anything?" Castillo asked.

The question landed like a slap disguised as a handshake. Petra’s emerald eyes widened by a fraction, and for one unguarded moment she looked like a student who had been so focused on performing excellence that she’d forgotten to consider whether the exercise had any purpose beyond demonstrating her superiority. Her pen paused over the planner. Her mouth opened, then closed.

She had nothing. She’d solved the problem faster and more thoroughly than anyone else in the room, and somehow the answer to whether she’d learned anything from doing it was no.

The Oracle Feed offered no commentary. It didn’t need to. The answer was already visible in the way Petra’s fingers tightened around her pen, the way her carefully composed expression wavered at the edges before she pulled it back.

"I," Petra started, then stopped.

"Next time," Castillo said, "try working with a partner. The exercise is designed to generate discussion, not demonstration. Discussion teaches you things that your parents’ consultants cannot."

She walked away. Petra sat very still, her pen motionless against the planner, her jaw working around something she couldn’t quite articulate. For exactly two seconds, she looked almost human.

Then the mask came back, and Petra Lang returned to her notes with the composure of someone who had never been publicly corrected in her entire life and intended to process the experience privately, probably in a cold shower at midnight.

Castillo returned to the front of the room and leaned against the edge of the table. She crossed her arms loosely, and the blazer shifted to reveal the watch on her left wrist more fully, the face catching afternoon light. Her brown eyes moved across every face at the table.

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