Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability Novels & Stories

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

“Last night, you fainted due to your high fever. Your professor here helped you and brought you here.” “Why wasn’t I taken to the hospital?” Because normally that was the most logical thing to do when someone faints. His house wasn’t a medical center, neither did it resemble a hospital. Though the lady was a doctor, that wasn’t an excuse. Pushing past her view to stare at Professor Grey, who was now seated in the same spot where Dr. Brown sat previously—still smoking. Why would a professor smoke? It was unhealthy and unethical too. I keep questioning, and I will always question why and who made this man a professor in the first place, because he was unfit in every aspect of it.

I bit my tongue. “You know what the university policy is on this kind of thing,” he replied with a sigh. I nodded. “Of course,” I agreed. “I understand that there’s a process that has to be followed.” “A full investigation will be carried out. I’ve decided that there isn’t sufficient evidence at this time to justify putting you on probation, but that may be something we need to revisit as the investigation progresses.” I felt my shoulders relax. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t going to be removed from the classroom. Lilian really mustn't have thought out her complaint well. Did she really not give any details about what she claimed happened?