Chapter 411
When Cordelia left Empower Operations, it was already past four in the afternoon. On her cab ride
back to campus, her mind was filled with past images, yet she couldn''t pinpoint exactly what she was
thinking about, lost in her thoughts.
Back at Unity Hall, Cordelia changed into morefortable clothes, a T-shirt and shorts. She was
about to rx for a bit before heading out to grab dinner when her phone buzzed. [Ms. Haselwood, the
basketball game is about to start. I saved you a courtside seat, hurry over.]
Cordelia chuckled, back in her student days, getting a seat at the basketball game was a struggle.
Now, as a lecturer, she even had reserved courtside seating. Indeed, life at university was much more
vibrant than that of a typical white-cor worker.
[Okay.] Cordelia replied.
She headed to the basketball court, and Sally was already enthusiastically waving her down. "Ms.
Haselwood, over here."
Due to Sally''s loud greeting, many turned their attention to Cordelia; her long legs were quite eye-
catching.
Cordelia saw the seat Sally had saved for her. Indeed, it was a highly visible courtside seat.
"I don''t really understand the rules of basketball," Cordelia said to Sally once she settled down.
"We all don''t. We''re just here to check out the hot guys," Sally said. "Look, there he is. Harold, he''s so
handsome when he ys."
"Harold?" Cordelia scanned the court, looking for Harold.
"Yes. Half of the girls here came just to see him. He''s handsome, and a good yer, the captain of the
basketball team," Sally said excitedly.
Cordeliaughed, thinking back to her own university days. She was probably just as naive.
When Harold came into sight, his gaze seemed to catch hers. He took off his jersey, sweating heavily.
He took a sip of water from his teammate and then gave a hand signal. His teammates high-fived each
other, setting the crowd on fire.
Cordelia couldn''t help but be reminded of her own university days when Logan was also on the
basketball team. He wasn''t as good as Harold, just an average yer, but in Cordelia''s eyes back then,
he was the brightest star.
"Ms. Haselwood, isn''t Harold good?" Sally asked.
Cordelia snapped out of her thoughts. She had been staring at the court, but not really paying attention
to the game or how Harold was ying.
"Yeah, he''s pretty good, and he looks very cool when he makes his moves," she said, knowing this was
what Sally wanted to hear.
"You have good taste, Ms. Haselwood," Sallymented, excitedly.
Cordeliaughed again, thinking to herself, “These kids.”
After the game, Cordelia and Sally headed to the dining hall for dinner. Harold was done with the game
and looked around for a certain figure, but she was gone.
……
Emerson returned to Millstone at eight in the evening. On his way back to Millstone, he called Ronan.
"Guess who I ran into this time?" Emerson asked, sounding excited.
"Who? Your ex?"
"Can you be serious for once?"
"I am being serious." But Ronan had a hunch that Emerson probably ran into Petra. Back in their Yale
days, Petra had visited him at school. During their undergraduate years, Emerson was Ronan''s junior,
and he did his graduate and doctoral studies at the University of Chicago.
Petra was now a lecturer at Birchwood College, so running into her would be expected.
"Whatever, I''ll tell you tomorrow at the office," Emerson said.
"I was just about to go tuck the kids in."
After hanging up, Emerson was still agitated. He was certain Ronan would never guess he ran into
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Cordelia.
The next day, Ronan had barely settled in his office when Emerson barged in.
"Don''t you know how to knock?" Ronan asked him casually.
"No time for that. I''ve been too excited since yesterday."
"How is she?" Ronan asked nonchntly.
Emerson felt like Ronan had taken the words right out of his mouth. "You knew who I was talking
about?"