Chapter Seven
The university president sat in his opulent office, but he couldn’t enjoy the view of the school’s classic quad or its beautiful chapel or the elegant co-eds walking by in their little shorts, and he certainly wasn’t thinking about the president of Chi Omega who had a key to his private entrance and stopped by twice a week to remind him why he loved being a university president.
Nothing was going right today.
They could handle the news of the body bags in the forest, and the university spokesperson – a former TV anchorwoman who also had a key to the private entrance – had eloquently explained over and over that the university obviously had no idea about illegal activity in the forest and would cooperate with authorities to find justice. Blah, blah.
What they couldn’t hand
