The lecture hall had emptied hours ago. Professor Marcus Kane, 42 years old, sat behind his desk in his private office. He was known as one of the strictest professors on campus, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp eyes, and an aura of authority that made students both fear and crave his approval.
He reached Sophia Reynolds’ exam script. She was his favorite 19-year-old student, brilliant, attentive, always sitting in the front row in her short skirts and blouses that hugged her perky breasts. But something was wrong. Certain answers were copied, and the handwriting shifted slightly in places. Marcus’s jaw tightened. She had cheated.
He sent her a single, commanding text: “My office. Immediately.”
Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded. Sophia stepped inside, looking nervous in her unifor
