Laura
I step into the university building, expecting nothing more than the usual routine of early-morning research and a long day ahead. Instead, I walk straight into chaos.
The halls are buzzing with murmurs, hushed whispers growing louder as I pass. I catch snippets of conversation—Nancy’s name, Ryan’s name, words like fraud and investigation—but none of it makes sense. The air feels heavier, electric with tension, and I know something is wrong before I even see the crowd gathered near the main lounge, eyes glued to the massive screen.
Then my phone vibrates. A message from one of my colleagues, Jane.
“You need to see this. Check YouTube—you’re in the middle of it.”
A sinking feeling settles in my gut as I click the link she sent me. The moment the video loads, the broadcast starts
