The meeting with the Dean was scheduled for Monday morning.I spent the weekend preparing—gathering emails, reviewing university policy, consulting with a lawyer Dorian had somehow convinced me to hire."Even if nothing happened, you need representation," she'd said. Miranda Chen, sharp-eyed and no-nonsense. "Universities panic over these situations. They'll want to make an example."She was right.Monday arrived too quickly. I dressed carefully, suit, tie, the armor of professionalism. Dorian wanted to come with me."Absolutely not," I said."I should be there. I'm involved.""Which is exactly why you can't be there. It looks worse if we show up together."He hated it, but he understood.The Dean's office was on the third floor of the administration building. I'd been there dozens of times for faculty meetings, budget discussions, tenure reviews. Never like this.Dean Morrison sat behind her desk, flanked by two people I didn't recognize. HR representatives, probably."Professor Wolf
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