Chapter 31
“You’re late,” d**k gloated. Then he took in the sea of students behind me and his glee faded into his usual annoyance with the younger generation. “We’re preparing for a professional meeting, children. Kindly run along.”
“d**k, really.” The second-most-senior staff member sounded mildly appalled by her colleague’s patronizing language. Still, she nodded toward the door as she threw the students a bone. “Is there something we can help you with before you go?”
In immediate answer, Patricia stepped forward until she stood shoulder-to-shoulder beside me. Her eyes scanned over the assembled faculty members and settled on the Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences, who just so happened to be the one ultimately responsible for all issues of hiring or firing.
Someone had done her
