During lunch break, I hinted to Hazel and Brent about my confrontation with Sophie in the bathroom. Hazel gave me a warning look and told me we’d talk about it in my apartment after work. I nodded and agreed with her.
After my last class ended, I bumped into Brent and we headed together to the Department’s office. I was laughing at his story of dating a cougar who made a pass at him and realized later that night that he wasn’t into old women.
Laughter died in my throat upon seeing my co-professors huddled over my desk where Luther was seated behind it. What was he doing here? Normally, he’d wait on me in the parking lot. Why did he decide to come out and stay here instead?
All of them, including Luther, directed their attention to me, no, to Brent and me. “Professor Smith, finally you
