Seeing that I had no intention of backing down, a flicker of panic crossed Fabian's eyes, though he struggled to maintain composure.
"Sara, do you really have to be this cruel?"
"It's just one thesis! Why do you have to go after Doris like this?"
His eyes had gone red with anger, his voice a furious growl in my ear.
I watched the vein pulsing at his temple, the desperation written across his face.
A cold smile tugged at my lips.
"The show hasn't even started yet, and you're already panicking?"
Fabian froze, looking up in confusion.
"What show?"
His brow furrowed. "Sara, what are you planning?"
At that moment, the doors behind us burst open. A group of people strode in, uniforms crisp, badges flashing.
"Professor Fabian Morton of Southport University—you are hereby suspended pending investigation into allegations of inappropriate conduct with a female student!"
