Clarissa’s voice cut through the hall like a knife.
The dean froze, mouth half open like he wasn’t sure he’d heard right.
Clarissa stepped forward, all sweet smiles as she held up a manila folder. “Everyone knows Jasmine has a learning disability,” she said, her tone light but cutting. “She used to struggle just to submit handwritten essays. And now? She’s somehow topping every department?”
Gasps rippled through the audience.
“She went from barely scraping by to perfect scores. Doesn’t that strike anyone else as strange?” She handed the folder to the dean. “There’s something in there I think you’ll find enlightening.”
My stomach dropped. I could barely feel my legs.
The dean took the folder slowly, his brows pulling together as he flipped through the first few pages. His expression grew more tense with each one.
