In the quaint town of Riverdale, nestled within the confines of a research institute, a man just finished a grueling night of experiments. His hands reached for his phone, and a message from “The Pill” popped up, jolting his groggy mind wide awake.
Education Association?
He vaguely recalled it being some sort of organization that a bunch of bored intellectuals with too much time on their hands had built up together, claiming to make a difference in the world.
He didn’t quite understand why the big shot was suddenly inquiring about this, but he swiftly typed out a response: [The Education Association is kinda like a talent incubator, scooping up hotshots for universities. If you’re asking if they’re a big deal... well, they’re alright, I guess. After all, it’s all about making a difference.]
Mirabella read the message, with a light of realization dawning on her beautiful face before she replied with a leisurely “Thanks”.
Well, she thought it was something grand, but it turned out to be just a glorified pyramid scheme with a license to operate.
[Do you have kids in school?] the man texted Mirabella. [I’ve got a friend in the Association, on the board no less. If you ever need, I could help you.]
Mirabella held her phone, plunged into a profound silence, not replying for a long while.
[Hello?]
With a soft sigh, Mirabella finally wrote back: [hanks, but no need.]
The man felt something off about her reply but then figured, of course, the big shot wouldn’t need it. After all, it was not like they were a student, right?
[By the way, there’s a big auction coming up at Riverdale’s underground market. I heard Lunar Lace will be on the block. Weren’t you looking for that? I’ve got an invite. If you fancy it, I can send you my pass.]
Mirabella pondered for a moment before tapping out: [Thank you. Got school. Can’t make it.]
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