"Turn that video off immediately."
Richard Murphy slammed his heavy fists onto the polished mahogany desk. His breathing was ragged and violently uneven.
Silas Crane stood silently by the executive doors. The corporate lawyer held a remote control. He pressed a button. The massive television screen went completely black.
"He played Rachmaninoff with his left hand," Silas whispered. "He did it while drinking an espresso. The entire academic board watched him do it."
"I do not care about his piano skills," Richard shouted. "I care about the legal injunction. Did Professor Vance expel him from the conservatory?"
"Professor Vance surrendered immediately," Silas admitted. His voice was completely hollow. "The performance was mathematically flawless. The academy charter triggered automatica
