The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 878

Zane grabbed the book and left the library, heading back to his department.

After stashing the book in his office drawer, he paused, then decided to make a detour to the archives.

Years of research materials were stored there. Since they were from older projects, they weren’t classified anymore and students could check them out if they wanted.

In his seven or eight years of teaching, Zane had only ever had one student, Mirabella, who showed any interest in those dusty old files.

The archive room was on the third floor of the admin building and required a key card for access.

Zane punched in the code, opened the door, and started rummaging through the stacks. He eventually found a thick, faded manila envelope that looked like it had been there for ages.

He untied the seal, quickly skimmed through the contents, and then put everything back in the envelope.

A moment later, he was out the door with the envelope in hand.

On his way back to his office, he bumped into Calvin, the department head, who was chatting with a student.

Instinctively, Zane hid the envelope behind his back and nodded at Calvin. “Mr. Calvin.”

Calvin had noticed the envelope, but didn’t seem too interested. He just nodded back. “Mr. Zane.”

Meg, who had been discussing research with Calvin, stopped talking when she saw Zane and greeted him politely, “Mr. Zane.”

“By the way, do you have a class this afternoon?” Calvin asked.

Zane glanced at him and replied, “Just one.”

Calvin nodded, thinking for a second. “After your class, come to my office. There’s something we need to discuss.”

“Hmm.” Calvin responded.

As the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the fifth floor, Calvin led the way out, continuing the conversation. “Make sure to finish your genetic research thesis soon. The deadline for the international biochemistry journal is at the end of November, and we still need to run the experiments, so we’re a bit pressed for time.”

“I’m almost done. I’ll have it for you in a few days,” Meg assured quickly.

Calvin nodded. “That’s good. Later, I’ll ask Mr. Zane to arrange for a student to help you with the database comparison experiments.”

Meg hesitated for a moment before speaking. “But I’m worried there isn’t a particularly skilled data analyst in the IT department. I’m concerned it might affect our research progress.”

Calvin paused and rubbed his forehead. “That is indeed a problem.”

Out of the sixty or so students in the IT department, none seemed capable enough for the task. Saying they were draining the department’s resources wasn’t an exaggeration.