Midnight Phone Calls and Morning Coffee
“Well I doubt that. If they wanted to get rid of you
I doubt they’d be quite this passive aggressive.”Combeferre chuckled softly, typing into the system
to check for a block on his email. It was quiet in the
room, the sounds of him typing very distinct."Well you’re in luck, I don’t think you need to go that far.
It says that spam has been going out from your email,
but that’s happened to a few people lately, and we’re
working to resolve it. So I can take that block off, and
you should be able to log on again.”He quickly typed in the code to remove the block.
"Try it now.”
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“You say that but you weren’t there
to see my Social Research Professor
when I argued the S t a n f o r d Prison
Experiment with him.” He was at most,
two minutes away from failing Enjolras.
Pretentious asshole. What did he know?
It should be more nerve-wracking, he
thinks, but he cannot find it in himself to
muster the same panic from ten minutes
ago because Tristan is ver good at his
job. Out of all the times Enjolras has had
to call tech support, he likes to be re-
routed to Tristan most. Might have even
requested, once or twice. For the sake of
efficiency! Or so he tells himself.
It’s a few more moments of clicking till
he hears a satisfying final click from the
other end of the line and– “That’s it? I’m
not expelled? Wait– how did I get hacked?”
All the questions in the world as he rests
his phone between his ear and shoulder,
fingers quickly refreshing the page.