Chapter 12

On a quiet evening a few days later, Calla sat in a charming steakhouse as she waited for her blind date.

Honestly, she didn't really feel for professors. She was just there to go through the motions. So, she thought long and hard for a plan.

At 7:00 pm sharp, a man in a white shirt, gray slacks, and gold-framed glasses sat down in front of Calla.

"Hi. My name is Harlan Engler. I'm 31 years old and a local. I currently work as a lecturer at Southera University."

Harlan's introduction was short and simple.

Calla threw him a couple of glances. Then, she lifted her chin and said, "I have a few questions for you."

Harlan was a very elegant man. He exuded the temperament of a scholar. He probably wasn't a snobbish academic.

Calla really didn't want to agitate the man. But she wouldn't be able to break free if she didn't do so.

"I'll answer your questions to the best of my abilities." Harlan smiled, revealing his pearly whites.

"Do you have a house?" Calla glanced at him.

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