Forbidden
Her hands under the desk were clenched into fists so tight her knuckles were stark white, her own soul breaking into a million jagged pieces.
"I have no objections to Co-chair Eldris’s evaluation," Anne said smoothly, her rich, velvet voice completely devoid of any emotion as she spoke into her microphone. The cold words sliced straight through Lauren’s heart like a rusted blade. "Miss Miller’s execution is severely flawed. The project does not meet the department's standards for graduation honors. I am signing the failure rubric."
Anne picked up her fountain pen, and with a swift, calculated motion, she signed the red-lined document, setting it down with a sharp, final click.