Greatest Play?

I moved outside the office with Britney, finding a quieter spot in the hallway where we could talk without others overhearing.

She looked at me with a hint of nervousness, her eyes betraying a vulnerability she hadn't shown before. "I wanted to apologize for how I acted the last time you were here," she began. "I wasn't exactly grateful for the opportunity you gave me. I should have thanked you properly."

"Why say that now?" I asked.

She sighed. "I've always been against getting favoritism due to contacts. I wanted to earn everything myself. But I guess I have realised that... it's not really... possible? I mean, just looking at how the academia works makes me want to vomit..." she laughed it off.