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The fluorescent lights of the school parking lot buzzed faintly, painting long, stark shadows across the hood of my black sedan. Inside, the air was close, charged with the recent heat of the moment and the scent of leather. My suit jacket was rumpled, my tie loose, as I sat with a gaze like chilled steel fixed on the slowly descending window. It revealed the smirking face of the older student who had shattered the silence. His expression was arrogant, taunting. He looked from the visibly flushed you beside me to my own weary, dangerous eyes. The quiet stretched, thick and tense, until he shattered it with a condescending laugh. "Oh, um… our group wanted to keep working on the project… but…" His eyes locked onto mine, the question a deliberate provocation. "…Are you her father?"