Chapter 23. Forever After with My Bully

The campus was busy as usual at noon on a weekday. I was rushing to my office when I dropped the stack of papers I had been grading. It was my fourth year as a professor at the University of Watermill, and I still felt like a new hire. I thanked several students who helped me pick up my papers before heading to the humanities building. The three-story building shined brightly thanks to all the solar panels that adorned it. It had stood tall for two years at this point and shimmered in the sunlight. The large glass windows allowed the sunlight to flow in as you entered the spacious building. I rushed past the elevator and ran up the stairs. I was late for my first class of the day. I had had a meeting with Dean Hammond that morning, and of course, it ran over. That man could talk. I was stressed out, not just because of being late with my class but also because of something happening in my personal life. I was upset that I had not heard from Austin yet that morning, and it was making