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\u201cI believe those were her exact words. So that\u2019s what you should do. You should expel her and blacklist her from every college in this country.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The professors stared at me, then at each other, the room tense. No one spoke for a moment, as if they were all waiting for someone else to say something. I could almost hear the gears in their heads grinding as they tried to decide which version of reality made sense. They couldn\u2019t even believe someone could do something like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Across the table, Nora flinched at my words, her body stiffening. She snapped her head up to look at me, her eyes blazing with fury, her hands curling into tight fists at her sides.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou fucking bitch!\u201d she screamed, her body leaning forward as if she wanted to cross the desk and tear me apart with her bare hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She took a sharp step forward, clearly intending to cross the desk and come at me. But she never got the chance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roman moved instantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stepped in front of me, positioning himself between us, his tall frame blocking her path completely. He tilted his head slightly, his expression calm, but the message was clear, try it. The threat in his presence was overwhelming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just that small movement was enough. Nora froze. Her breath hitched, her courage vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. She took an unsteady step back, her heart clearly pounding in her chest as she stared at Roman with wide, frightened eyes. She knew better than to test him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNora!\u201d the dean barked sharply. \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nora\u2019s shoulders trembled. She looked at the dean, then at the professors, shaking her head violently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear,\u201d she said, her voice cracking, \u201cthese pictures are fake! That\u2019s not me! I didn\u2019t go to any hotel with old men. I would never do something like that.\u201d Her eyes darted around the room desperately. \u201cPlease believe me. She\u2019s lying. Violet is lying!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The professors watched her closely now, their expressions conflicted. Some adjusted their glasses, others exchanged brief looks, clearly unsure whether she was telling the truth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nora bit her lip hard, then suddenly turned and pointed straight at me, her finger shaking. \u201cHow do you even know those pictures are real?\u201d she snapped. \u201cThey can be fake too! She\u2019s obviously using them to frame me!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that, the professors\u2019 attention shifted to me. Suspicion flickered in their eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I straightened slowly, the smile fading from my face. When I spoke, my voice was soft.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t make sense, Nora.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She blinked. \u201cWhat?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tilted my head slightly. \u201cWhy would I frame you?\u201d I asked quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her brows knitted together, fury flaring again. \u201cBecause you wanted to get me in trouble, you stupid whore!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I placed a hand against my chest lightly, feigning surprise. \u201cMe? Why would I do that? If I saw those articles, the first thing I would do is prove my innocence, not create more trouble for myself. And that\u2019s exactly what I\u2019m doing now. I\u2019m proving my innocence with evidence. I\u2019m not trying to frame you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked around the room, meeting each professor\u2019s eyes in turn. \u201cI\u2019m not trying to frame her. I\u2019m not that careless. I\u2019m\u00a0<\/p>\n
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smart enough to know that false claims would only backfire on me. Why would I present evidence that isn\u2019t real?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nora opened her mouth again, her anger boiling over. \u201cYou-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s true, she has a point,\u201d one of the professors interrupted. \u201cWhy would she present evidence that could easily be proven false? It doesn\u2019t add up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Another professor nodded. \u201cShe should be focused on proving herself innocent. And if her innocence depends on Nora being the person in those pictures, then that possibility cannot be ignored.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Murmurs spread through the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s true.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt makes sense.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As more professors began to agree, I watched Nora\u2019s face lose color little by little, as if all the blood was being drained out of her. Her lips trembled, and she shook her head repeatedly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not true,\u201d she said weakly. \u201cI promise. That\u2019s not true. I didn\u2019t do that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
No one was really listening to her anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The professors\u2019 gazes had changed. One of them frowned deeply, his lips curling as if he had tasted something foul.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDisgusting,\u201d he muttered. \u201cTo blame another student for her own actions\u2026 absolutely shameless.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, right?\u201d another professor added, shaking her head. \u201cThis is beyond disappointing.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
More voices followed, overlapping each other, words like shameful, unacceptable, deceitful echoed through the room. Each one seemed to strike Nora like a physical blow. She kept shaking her head, tears welling in her eyes now, but the room had already decided her fate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I watched her quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I talk to her alone?\u201d I asked calmly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room went still again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One of the professors turned toward me. \u201cAlone? Isn\u2019t that dangerous? What if she tries to hurt you? This girl is clearly a crazy person.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The dean nodded in agreement. \u201cYes. Perhaps it would be better if this\/conversation happens later, under supervision.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head slowly. \u201cNo. It\u2019s fine. She won\u2019t do anything. I just want to talk to her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
They hesitated. One professor opened his mouth as if to argue again, but before he could, Roman nodded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cIf anything happens, call my name, Grace.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I met his eyes for a brief second and nodded. \u201cThank you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was enough. The professors didn\u2019t argue further. One by one, they gathered their files and began to leave the hall, the dean following closely behind. Roman was the last to go, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before the doors finally\u00a0<\/p>\n
closed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room fell silent as I turned back to Nora.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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She was already glaring at me, her expression twisted with rage and humiliation. \u201cYou stupid bitch!\u201d she screamed. \u201cThere\u2019s no one stopping me now!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She lunged toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before she could reach me, I kicked the chair in front of her with my foot, sending it crashing into her legs. She lost her balance immediately and fell hard onto the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAHH!\u201d she screamed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked down at her without interest, my face blank. \u201cI\u2019d advise you to stay where you are. I wouldn\u2019t want to ruin that plastic face.\u201d I tilted my head slightly, studying the way she trembled. \u201cBut if I do, I can always claim self-defense.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her breathing grew uneven.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re good at pretending,\u201d I went on. \u201cYou know it\u2019ll work. If anyone walks in right now and sees you all beaten up, no one will blame me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nora clutched her stomach as she struggled to breathe, her glare locked onto me like she wanted to tear me apart with her bare hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cViolet Moore,\u201d she spat, her voice trembling with rage, \u201cyou bitch. Do you have any idea what you\u2019re doing?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou know those pictures are fake,\u201d she continued, her voice rising. \u201cYou know they\u2019re not real, and yet you\u2019re standing there lying to everyone, saying they are. How could you lie like that? How could you do something so disgusting? You know I\u2019m not the one in those pictures.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I watched her calmly, my expression unreadable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hypocrite.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she framed me, when she dragged my name through the mud, when she watched everyone turn against me, she never once questioned her actions. But now that the blade was turned toward her, suddenly morality mattered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I straightened, pushing myself up slowly, meeting her glare head-on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what?\u201d I said flatly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She blinked. \u201cWhat?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what if I lied?\u201d I repeated, my tone bored. \u201cYou did it first. You were the one who stood there and claimed I was the one seducing older men. You were the one who smiled while they prepared to destroy my life.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shrugged lightly as I walked toward her, my steps unhurried. \u201cBesides, you\u2019re going to agree it\u2019s true anyway.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened slightly. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEven though you\u2019re recording right now,\u201d I continued, glancing pointedly at the phone clenched in her hand, \u201cyou\u2019re going to delete it. And then you\u2019re going to walk back in there and tell them that you are the one in those pictures.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nora let out a sharp laugh, clutching her phone closer to her chest like it was a lifeline. \u201cLike hell I will,\u201d she sneered. \u201cI\u2019m not deleting anything. I\u2019m going to expose you. I\u2019ll tell everyone you\u2019re a fucking liar. Your life will be ruined, Violet.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her lips curled into a smug smile as she straightened. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you edited those pictures to make me the one in them. Do you really think something like that will work? Just wait. I\u2019ll ruin you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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She turned as if to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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by dicter\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before she could take another step, I calmly sat down on the edge of the table in front of her, crossing my legs, forcing her\u00a0<\/p>\n
to stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure about that, Nora?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She hesitated, then frowned. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead of answering, I reached down and dropped a thick folder onto the floor at her feet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound echoed in the silent room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her\u00a0<\/p>\n
gaze followed it instinctively, and the moment she saw what was inside, all the color drained from her face. She went pale, it was far worse than when she first saw the pictures earlier. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parting as if she wanted to scream but couldn\u2019t find the breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou-\u201cher voice cracked. \u201cHow\u2026 how did you-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lips curled into a smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That familiar feeling washed over me again, the satisfaction of watching someone who thought they had won realize they never stood a chance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned in slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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