I was pulled out of my afternoon lecture by a formal email summoning me to the Dean’s conference room immediately. My stomach dropped. I knew this was coming. Sophia’s stepfather wasn’t going to let yesterday’s slap slide.
When I walked into the large conference room, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Dean Richard Langford sat at the head of the table, a purple bruise still visible on his cheek where I’d slapped him. Beside him was a stern-looking female professor, Dr. Evelyn Hart, who taught ethics. And to my surprise, Professor Damien Vale was also present, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, expression unreadable.
“Miss Blake,” Dean Langford began coldly, “I’ve filed a formal complaint against you for harassment and attempted bribery in my office yesterday. You cam
