Tyler's legs buckled. He braced himself against the lectern, both hands shaking.
His grip was so tight that his knuckles turned white. Sweat had soaked the back of his shirt, and he hunched over as though his spine could no longer support him.
Madison stood beside him, trembling. Only thin breaths escaped her lips.
For a moment, the conference room was silent except for the shocked breathing of the audience.
Associate Dean Harris stared at the two self-proclaimed "elite entrepreneurs."
Tyler suddenly spun around and shoved Madison.
"This has nothing to do with me! I swear!" His voice cracked and echoed through the room. "She paid someone on an online marketplace to fake the seal! She downloaded the letter-of-intent template too! I didn't know anything. I only let her use my name beca
