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But how did those occasions come about to begin with? Our adviser was a

                piece of work, but he was not a micromanager. By the time we joined his
                lab, he was too busy being a famous asshole to know what was going on in
                day-to-day lab business. Which is why he had postdocs like Tom mentor

                grad students like Adam and me and de facto run the lab. And yet, he knew
                about every single minor screwup of Adam’s. Every few weeks he’d come

                in, tell Adam that he was a failure of a human being for minor stuff like
                switching reagents or dropping a beaker, and then Tom, our adviser’s most-

                trusted postdoc, would publicly intervene on behalf of Adam and save the
                day. The pattern was eerily specific, and only for Adam—who was by far

                the most promising student in our program. Destined for greatness and all
                that.  Initially,  it  made  me  a  bit  suspicious  that  Tom  was  purposefully
                sabotaging  Adam.  But  in  recent  years  I’ve  been  wondering  if  what  he

                wanted was something else altogether. . . .”
                    “Did you tell Adam?”

                    “Yes.  But I  had no proof,  and Adam . .  . well, you know  him. He  is
                stubbornly, unwaveringly loyal, and he was  more than a little grateful to

                Tom.” He shrugged. “They ended up becoming bros, and they’ve been close
                friends ever since.”

                    “Did it bother you?”
                    “Not per se, no. I realize I might sound jealous of their friendship, but
                the truth is that Adam has always been too focused and single-minded to

                have many friends. I’d have been happy for him, truly. But Tom . . .”
                    Olive  nodded.  Yeah.  Tom.  “Why  would  he  do  this?  This  .  .  .  weird

                vendetta against Adam?”
                    Holden sighed. “This is why Adam dismissed my concerns. There really

                isn’t an obvious reason. The truth is, I don’t think Tom hates Adam. Or at
                least, I don’t think it’s that simple. But I do believe that Tom is smart, and

                very, very cunning. That there probably is some jealousy involved, some
                desire  to  take  advantage  of  Adam,  to  maybe  control  or  have  power  over
                him. Adam tends to downplay his accomplishments, but he’s one of the best

                scientists  of  our  generation.  Having  influence  over  him  .  .  .  that’s  a
                privilege, and no small feat.”
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