All Chapters of His office my rules : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CARTERFor eight years, I had lived with one truth, that my sister died because of a drunk driver.A nameless man.A faceless monster.Someone whose identity I tried to question but I was shut down.Eli’s father killed Catilyn.And Eli, he had no idea what he was stepping into when he walked into my life. A bitter laugh escaped my mouth.I got to the estate and it was too quiet, like no one was home.My father was in his study when I found him. He didn't even look up when I barged in.“Carter” he said mildly “I wasn't expecting you, this early”“I need to ask you something”I seemed to get his attention as he folded the paper he was reading and faced me. “Well?”My voice came out low, “Why wasn't the driver who killed Catilyn held accountable for her death?”He didn't flinch or act like I had just ripped a wound. Instead, he set his glass down.“We did what was necessary”My hands curled into a fist, “That's not an answer”His eyes sharpened, just like they did when any junior tried to

CARTERI wasn't sure if I would still take my seat at the end of the table but I sat there anyway. Dean Holloway had made it clear that I had to step down from some curricular activities ‘pending further clarification.’Which I assumed was just a way of saying the university didn't want a scandal on its hands.The conference room was bright. Half of it was white walls while the other half was floor- to - ceiling windows.The board members filed in, Professor Pierce, Dr. Rowan, and even Dean Holloway. Vanessa arrived last, of course, sweeping in like she owned the conference room itself.I had to remind myself that Vanessa was now actually a professor and not some random lecturer who seeks attention, because why else would she be in this meeting that was for professors and board members?She met my gaze for a fraction of a second and she looked a little too satisfied.Dean Holloway remained standing and cleared his throat, “Let's begin, shall we? Today’s agenda: departmental performanc

CARTERI didn't want to be in this large cubicle but I was here anyway. Holloway sat calmly behind his desk with his glasses perched on his nose as he studied me.“I wouldn't pretend I didn't notice the tone of that meeting because I did” I spoke calmly.He leaned back in his seat, “You mean the curriculum review”“Yes, I mean the curriculum review. And yes I mean the way every suggestion I brought up was dismissed before it could even be discussed.” I kept my tone professional.“There is nothing I can do about perception,” Holloway said at last after being quiet for a minute. “I can't change how members of staff feel about you. You're successful and didn't come up the way they did. That alone brings resentment”“So I'm being punished for existing?” I exclaimed. I hated the way Holloway sat there pretending like he didn't feel the same way they did.His mouth tightened and he gave me a knowing stare, “You're not being punished, you're being watched.”“Same thing” I muttered under my b

CARTER.I smiled at the files before me, a little victory. Even though it was temporary, it was still real.The first court hearing on the Maybel health facility case had gone well, even better than expected. I leaned back and rubbed a hand over my face.My phone buzzed and it was Dante.“Dante” I answered.“Just checking in” he said, “One more victory left and the Facility case is over”“Yeah. I'm looking at the files right now”“That's what I like to hear. Don't get comfortable yeah”There was a pause, “You sound tired”I glanced at the clock, it wasn't late yet, but the day was far spent. “I have had a long week”“Look, you’re doing a good job and that's all that matters. Try to remember that”“I will. Thanks”A knock came to my door.Then another one. I frowned, I hadn't scheduled anyone for today.“I've got someone at the door.” I said “I’ll call you back”“Anytime” Dante replied and the call ended.The knock came again, but softer. This time, I stood and moved across the office

CarterI was completely zoned out of this meeting. It's not like they would listen to any contributions I had to say anyway. I just know I heard words like “moot court funding” and “revisions”. It was just the usual back-and-forth with people who enjoyed hearing themselves speak.Then there was a knock on the door, before it opened slightly.Dean Holloway’s secretary peeped in and he moved closer so she could whisper something to him. This wasn't unusual, but the change in his facial expression told me this was. I sat up in my seat, already anticipating what sort of situation it would be.The secretary then opened the door widely and let two strangers walk in. They were dressed alike, plain shirts, dress pants, and a long time, no suit.The room shifted slightly and conversations died mid-sentence. I looked up and was almost irritated, I wanted to know who they were and why this interruption seemed appropriate.“Professor Carter Vale” one of them asked and my blood went cold. I knew p