Chapter Twenty-One
The president looked at the first page of the injunction and flung the entire package across the room at his attorney.
The university attorney had been summoned to the president’s office and, as always, was unsure whether today’s problem was an unwanted pregnancy, a mishap with an offshore bank account, or some legitimate issue with running a major university, which were easier to deal with than the others.
He was flabbergasted by the injunction and that a judge would agree to it.
The president looked like he was going to have a stroke.
“Go fix this!” he shouted at his attorney, in a voice several octaves higher than normal and with a disconcerting tremble. Then he said, almost in a growl, “I need this fixed.”
As the university attorney staggered out of the room, d
