When Dean Raymond Lavoie stared at the flickering clock on the conference room wall, he sometimes wondered if there was a way to extend the hours of the day. The old-building campus of the Université du Québec’s College of Liberal Arts seemed to pause as dawn slipped over the Hôtel-Dieu’s silhouette, cold autumn air pulling at the curtains in the polished mahogany office on the third floor. His phone vibrated once; an email from the School of Law with a client summary. He looked up, watching shadows lengthen across the linoleum floor.
The phone buzzed again, startling him enough to glance at the corner of the screen: a short text from Claire Dubois, senior associate at Boucher & Martin. *"Need you at the Louis-Hamel Law Library at 8:15 pm. Urgent matter. Civic central office."* He stared at her name for a moment, the sound of her accent – a smooth, melodic French–English blend – still humming in his mind from last week’s faculty meeting when Claire had defended a student’s request for a revised thesis deadline. “Hermitian algebra isn’t so different from constitutional drafting,” she’d said, ringing through the fluorescent-lit room. She knelt, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes dim in that familiar intensity of someone who has a case to win and no time to waste.
The dean smiled briefly, the corners of his mouth picture-wrinkling as he imagined the shift to a heavier carpet of evening light. With a soft sigh, he stood, picking up the envelope from his desk. His thoughts drifted back to the year before – Marien, a freshman with too-quick a refusal, his fingerprint on a black tape; a father of a nine-year-old who powdered his hair straight as a French knife. He slid the envelope like a relic into the leather drawer beside the copy machine, then hurried out.
Outside, the streets of Montreal greeted him with a silver polish from rain. The smell of tar and coffee, the very scent that had chronicled the city since dusk, wrapped a damp blanket around his senses. He felt the pulse of the city outside the refrigerated corridor of his eyes. Passing by the Old Port, the light casts off inside the old brick pavilions.
It wasn’t the day‑to‑day grind that summoned him now, but the simple, almost unseen kind of geographical closeness. He had to be aware, the immense truth that the law and academia—they always intersect in impromptu lanes across office corridors, printing presses, and librarians. Even as the city illuminated, the golden rectangle of the library unhindered glimmered, high above the concrete. He knew the library was closed—once it was his duty to let it sleep, but the scent of the marble and cedar would tempt him. He gave in.
Later, parked nonstop in the library’s dark parking lot, he slipped into the building where the dormitory light flickered behind. He ran through the hallway to the bronze exit just sprinkling the electric hum in his ears. There he saw her, Claire, crouched against the short column in the conference room, her eyes a slow camera tracking all edges of the early-straight corridor. Behind her hummed the scent of burnt coffee and pre‑eat lemon, in the dark hallway. All her mannerisms were as she was. He pressed his hands together against the chill of the marble floor.
“You were … ready?” The look in Claire’s eye was an engaging sort of seriousness, she was not stringing out the French like the Multicolored Rope of Copenhagen. His lip came out a little later than it ought to. “We don’t need the little papers. It’s temporary.” He tapped on the front of his hand. His chest was pulsing slightly, as if a “running router” inside was heating up.
“Wait. I think we’re proved.” She said. She stared at him too, as if going for ‘conspiratorial’ manner. “But how? Is anyone still this troublesome? I see your term is four years now? That it has too long? It might be standard? Aren’t you the high‑pin professor? We could download a small “voltage tracker” : just sit all the while.”
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