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“They aren’t. This was an informal meeting, but the topic came up. He

                said that he’s still monitoring the situation.”
                    “I see.” She waited for him to continue. When it became clear that he
                wouldn’t, she asked, “Monitoring . . . how?”

                    “Unclear.” He was clenching his jaw.
                    “I’m sorry.” She felt for him. She really did. If there was something she

                could  empathize  with,  it  was  scientific  studies  coming  to  an  abrupt  halt
                because  of  a  lack  of  resources.  “Does  that  mean  that  you  can’t  continue

                your research?”
                    “I have other grants.”

                    “So . . . the problem is that you cannot start new studies?”
                    “I can. I had to rearrange different pots, but I should be able to afford to
                start new lines of research, too.”

                    Uh? “I see.” She cleared her throat. “So . . . let me recap. It sounds like
                Stanford froze your funds based on rumors, which I agree is a crappy move.

                But  it  also  sounds  like  for  now  you  can  afford  to  do  what  you  were
                planning, so . . . it’s not the end of the world?”

                    Adam gave her an affronted glare, suddenly looking even more cross.
                    Oh, boy. “Don’t get me wrong, I understand the principle of the matter,

                and I’d be mad, too. But you have, how many other grants? Actually, don’t
                answer that. I’m not sure I want to know.”
                    He probably had fifteen. He also had tenure, and dozens of publications,

                and there were all those honors listed on his website. Not to mention that
                she’d read on his CV that he had one patent. Olive, on the other hand, had

                cheap knockoff reagents and old pipettes that regularly got stolen. She tried
                not to dwell on how much further ahead than her he was in his career, but it

                was unforgettable, how good he was at what he did. How annoyingly good.
                    “My point is, this is not an insurmountable problem. And we’re actively

                working on it. We’re in this together, showing people that you’re going to
                stay here forever because of your amazing girlfriend.”
                    Olive pointed to herself with a flourish, and his glare followed her hand.

                Clearly he was not a fan of rationalizing and working through his emotions.
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