Punish me, Sir! (SPG)
“I am telling the truth.”
A tense silence fell over the room. The board members looked at each other, frustrated by her stubbornness. Just as Dean Alvarez was about to speak and dismiss her, the heavy glass door of the conference room opened.
A junior administrative clerk stepped in, looking nervous. She held a tablet in her hand, her face flushed as if she had just run up the stairs.
“Excuse me, Dean… sorry to interrupt,” the clerk whispered, her voice trembling.
“What is it, Miss Santos? We are in the middle of a confidential meeting,” Dean Alvarez said, clearly annoyed.