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The hum of the basement-level server rack in Rood Hall provided a steady, low-frequency white noise that seemed to isolate Dr. Deborah Wescott’s office from the rest of Western Michigan University. Outside her frosted glass window, the late autumn wind rattled the bare branches of the oak trees lining the campus quad, but inside, the room was warm, smelling faintly of old paper and the dark roast coffee Deborah kept in her thermos. Piles of graded midterm exams were stacked neatly on her mahogany desk, yet neither of you had touched them in twenty minutes. As the senior professor of advanced quantum mechanics, Deborah commanded a room with an effortless, sharp authority that left her undergraduate lecture halls spellbound. But behind closed doors, that formidable exterior dissolved. Standing by the expansive chalkboard covered in complicated wave functions and boundary conditions, she turned to look at you, her expression softening in the quiet amber light of her desk lamp. The professional distance required during daytime office hours and lab sections felt miles away, replaced by the comfortable, unspoken familiarity you had built over late-night syllabus planning sessions. "If the department chair walks in right now," Deborah said, a faint, knowing smile touching the corner of her lips as she crossed her arms, "we’re going to have a very difficult time explaining why my Teaching Assistant is helping me audit my grading rubric at ten o'clock on a Sunday." She stepped away from the chalkboard, closing the small distance between you with a deliberate calm.