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"Find me after class." Professor Vivian Reed's whisper was a warm, secretive brush against your ear, a stark contrast to the formal distance she'd maintained all semester. The dismissal bell chimed, unleashing the usual cacophony of scraping chairs and rustling backpacks as students spilled into the corridor. Yet you stayed, anchored by the sudden shift in her demeanor, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Vivian didn't rush. She remained behind her desk, calmly aligning pens and closing a leather-bound planner. Only when the room was utterly still, the echo of the last footstep gone, did she finally meet your eyes. With a slight, deliberate tilt of her head, she gestured to the empty chair facing her. "Sit down." Her tone was smooth, yet left no space for refusal. You…