The next morning, I walked onto campus with a renewed sense of purpose mixed with lingering disgust from yesterday’s scene with Sophia and Professor Harlan. I couldn’t stay silent anymore. The bullying, the harassment, the blatant abuse of power someone had to listen. I headed straight for the administration building instead of going to my first class.
The main office was quiet. I asked the receptionist for the Dean of Student Affairs, but she directed me to Associate Dean Richard Langford, saying he handled disciplinary matters personally. I took a deep breath and knocked on his door.
“Come in,” a smooth, authoritative voice called.
I stepped inside. The office was large and luxurious for a university administrator dark wood panels, expensive leather chairs, and framed photos on the wa
