Chapter 4“Who’s next?”
Tiffany stood at the podium of the auditorium and surveyed the room. The Q and A section had begun fifteen minutes ago, but Gil was already counting the minutes until it was complete. She shifted in her seat as Tiffany’s gaze landed on the next person in line.
A man in a blue jacket—teal really, Matty would have corrected her—had leaned out into the aisle with his hand raised. He practically demanded Gil’s attention over everyone else present. The floor was technically open for everyone to ask questions to anyone—including the professors on the panel—but all the questions so far had gone to her.
Gil was getting really tired of it. Since this man’s hair was coiffed like Matty’s was, and since he had a slight lilt to his tone like her friend did, too, she wanted to
