BETTY
“It's a rumor, Principal Charles," I barked, my voice shaky yet stern as my sweaty palms pressed hard against the mahogany. I looked him right in the eye, determined to prove my point. He had interrupted my class and pulled me here just to accuse me of this.
“ I can assure you,” I continued in a calm tone, “none of this is true. ‘Where we first met’ is my idea. I wrote every word. I shared the first manuscript only with the man I loved.”
Principal Charles didn’t look unfazed, of course who would believe a new lecturer over a highly esteemed professor with various connections around the varsity?
He clicked his pen absently adjusting the glasses straddling the bridge of his nose, his silence making me even more tense. What was going on in his mind? Did he actually believe I did th
