Chapter Ten : The Memos
The next few weeks were a slow-motion descent into a professional nightmare. If I had hoped my lie would send Alexander packing back to New York in a fit of wounded pride, I had severely underestimated the depths of his vindictiveness. Alexander Knights didn’t just walk away from a perceived betrayal; he burned the ground behind him.
It started with "curriculum reviews." Every Monday morning, I would arrive at my desk to find a thick stack of memos from the Knights Enterprises liaison office—which was essentially just Alexander’s personal assistant, a cold woman named Elena who looked at me like I was a smudge on a window. My Introduction to Business syllabus, which had been praised by the Dean for years, was suddenly "outdated," "theoretically weak," and "insuffi
