2026-02-26 12:41:29Mrs. Shawn actually took her glasses off. She stared at him, her mouth slightly open, completely caught off guard by the sheer absurdity of the statement.
"I'm sorry, you say what?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet.
"Mr. Zain displayed improper conduct in his classroom this morning," Nathan stated, his voice completely level. "He facilitated the bullying of a student, called me horrible names like 'chicken boy,' and completely degraded the integrity of this college. So, I want him fired. Today."
Mrs. Shawn stared at him in utter silence for a long moment. Then, a look of deep, condescending anger settled over her features. She slapped her glasses down on the desk.
"Hold on," she snapped, leaning forward. "Who exactly told you that a janitor has the guts to walk into my office and dictate to me who I should fire? Are you having a mental breakdown, Walters? Because if you are, the campus clinic is in the west wing. Otherwise, you are entirely out of line."
She reached for her desk phone. "I am calling security right now. You are not only trespassing in my office, but you are also…"
Before her fingers could touch the receiver, her personal cell phone rang.
Not her desk phone. Her private line. The one reserved strictly for family and the top-tier executives of the university's board.
Mrs. Shawn glanced at the caller ID. The color instantly drained from her face. It was Vice President Harper, the second most powerful person at Braxton, right below Principal Epstein.
She held up a finger at Nathan, a harsh glare in her eyes. "Don't move a muscle. You're done."
She picked up the cell phone, her posture immediately straightening, her voice dropping its venom and replacing it with sycophantic sweetness.
"Hello, ma'am," Mrs. Shawn said brightly. "Mrs. Shawn reporting. Is there an issue?"
Nathan sat in the leather chair, watching her. In the quiet of the office, the volume on her phone was just loud enough for him to hear the voice on the other end.
Vice President Harper wasn't just talking. She was screaming.
"Shawn! Are you at your desk?!" the voice shrieked through the speaker, sounding completely frantic.
Mrs. Shawn blinked, startled by the sheer panic in her boss's voice. "Yes, ma'am, I am, but I currently have a disruptive student in my…"
"I don't care if the President of the United States is in your office!" Harper screamed. "Listen to me very carefully. Call Zain. The engineering lecturer. Call him to your office right now and make sure he is fired right away! Immediately! IMMEDIATELY!!"
Mrs. Shawn’s hand began to tremble slightly. She looked at Nathan, her brain struggling to connect what the VP was saying with the boy sitting across from her. It was a coincidence. It had to be a coincidence.
"Ma'am, please, slow down," Mrs. Shawn stammered, trying to maintain her bureaucratic calm. "Fire Mr. Zain? Under what grounds? I can't just terminate a tenured-track professor without a board review, it's against protocol…"
"Screw protocol, Evelyn!" the VP yelled, her voice cracking. "I just got a phone call from Sir Dwayne! Do you hear me?! He bypassed the switchboard and called my private line!"
The name hit Mrs. Shawn like a physical blow to the stomach. Her eyes widened so far they looked like they might pop out of her skull.
"Dwayne?" Mrs. Shawn whispered, the air leaving her lungs. "It's impossible. Dwayne from the... from the Walter Syndicate?"
"Yes!" Harper shrieked. "Stop asking stupid questions. Are you deaf?! The Walter Syndicate! The people who own the banks that hold the mortgage to this entire campus! He said Zain offended the Young Master! I don't know who the hell Zain insulted, but Dwayne said if Zain isn't unemployed and blacklisted from academia in the next five minutes, they will pull their endowment and bankrupt Braxton by Friday! And it will be on my fucking head!!"
Mrs. Shawn felt a cold sweat break out on the back of her neck. "Are... are you sure it is the Dwayne, ma'am?"
"He verified his identity with the board's override codes, you idiot!" the VP flared up, cursing loudly. "My job is on the line! Your job is on the line! You have exactly three minutes to make it happen, Evelyn, or I will fire you myself and throw you out the front gates! DO IT!"
The line went dead with a sharp click.
The office was plunged into a deafening silence.
Mrs. Shawn slowly lowered the phone to the desk. Her hand was shaking so badly the phone rattled against the mahogany wood.
Her heart was hammering against her ribs. The Walter Syndicate. They were a myth in the corporate world—a shadow organization with so much wealth they could buy and sell entire countries. They didn't get involved in campus politics. They didn't care about college lecturers.
‘He said Zain offended the Young Master.’
Slowly, agonizingly, Mrs. Shawn lifted her head. ‘Young Master? Young Master? Who could that be?’
She looked at the boy sitting in her guest chair. The boy in the cheap, faded t-shirt. The boy with the bruised jaw who cleaned their toilets. The boy whose last name... was Walters.
Nathan sat there, completely relaxed, his arm draped casually over the armrest. He didn't look like a student anymore. Looking at his cold, unblinking eyes, she suddenly felt like she was trapped in a cage with a predator.
Mrs. Shawn swallowed hard. Her mouth was completely dry.
"Who..." she whispered, her voice trembling so badly it broke. "Who are you?"
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Austin did not stand right away.He sat at the end of the row with his hands on his knees and his jaw set, and the people on either side of him slid away along the seats until he was alone in a small bare pocket of empty chairs. He had gone gray earlier in the evening and had stayed that way, the color of someone who has been awake for three days. When he finally got to his feet, he did it slowly, with great care, as if the floor might not hold him."I. I think there's been a mistake," he said."I don't think so," Agent Whitlock said.She took a thin folder from one of the agents behind her and opened it. She did not need to look at it. She had read the pages so many times in the past week that she could have recited them with her eyes shut, but she held them open anyway, in the plain view of every camera in the hall, because she had been told that what was about to happen ought to be seen."Mark and Austin," she said. "I'm placing you both under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder
Chapter 374: Karma’s A Bitch
Austin did not stand right away.He sat at the end of the row with his hands on his knees and his jaw set, and the people on either side of him slid away along the seats until he was alone in a small bare pocket of empty chairs. He had gone gray earlier in the evening and had stayed that way, the color of someone who has been awake for three days. When he finally got to his feet, he did it slowly, with great care, as if the floor might not hold him."I. I think there's been a mistake," he said."I don't think so," Agent Whitlock said.She took a thin folder from one of the agents behind her and opened it. She did not need to look at it. She had read the pages so many times in the past week that she could have recited them with her eyes shut, but she held them open anyway, in the plain view of every camera in the hall, because she had been told that what was about to happen ought to be seen."Mark and Austin," she said. "I'm placing you both under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder
Chapter 373: The Fall Of Mark And Austin
Mark had started it. A joke at the boy's expense in front of a class, something about his project being a live chicken with no feathers, and the room had laughed, and by the end of the week it had become a name. Chicken Boy. Epstein had heard it in the corridors, in the faculty lounge, in the mouths of teachers who ought to have known better, Mr. Zain among them, and he had never once corrected anyone.He never did anything wrong.It was such a simple sentence. He turned it over, slowly, in the failing light. The boy had cleaned his desk. The boy had oiled his drawer. The boy had built a thing so beautiful that governments wept over it, and had asked for nothing in exchange but to be allowed to keep it. Life had been unfair to him. It had been unfair to him in a hundred small ways and in one very large way, and every one of them had a face, and several of those faces had been Epstein's own.Was this how it was repaid? Was this karma?He wanted to laugh, if he had had the breath. It wa
Chapter 372: The Fall Of Jeffery Epstein 2
The strange thing was that it did not hurt as much as he expected.There was the burning in his throat, and a heaviness in his chest that felt like someone sitting on it, but those were already becoming distant, like a radio in another room. What he noticed most was how loud everything had become. Mark's voice, somewhere above him, saying Dad over and over. The doctor's calm, low murmur. The sound of three thousand people trying not to breathe. Every noise had edges now, sharp and bright, and underneath them the carpet was soft against the back of his head. It smelled of dust and cleaning fluid. Somebody had mopped it, he thought. Somebody had been careful.His eyes would not stay on anything. They drifted across the ceiling, the long white lights, the underside of a balcony, and then they found a face, and held.The boy was standing over him with his hands at his sides.Not a boy. Epstein corrected himself with an effort. A young man, in a plain jacket that he had worn three days run
Chapter 371: The Fall Of Jeffery Epstein 1
For a moment Jeffrey Epstein did not seem to understand that he had been spoken to.He sat in the middle of the faculty section with his hands pressed between his knees and his eyes fixed on the stage, and the faces of the colleagues on either side of him had slowly started to lean away, the way people do from a man who might be about to get bad news. A glass of water stood on the little table beside him. It was half empty. Sometime in the last quarter of an hour his hand had gone to it, and he had drunk without noticing, the way a dry throat will."Mr. Epstein," Nathan said again, not unkindly. "Would you stand, please. I think it would be better for everyone."Epstein stood.He did it badly, in two stages, one hand on the back of the chair in front of him, and when he was upright he looked small. It was the first time in twelve years that anyone in that school had seen him look small. He wore his good gray suit and his good blue tie, and the sweat had started at his collar and sprea
Chapter 370: The Fall Of Josh Renner
Unknown men in uniforms came in two lines, the way people do when they have practiced it, most of them holding weapons guided by their chins.Eight of them, in dark windbreakers over plain clothes, walking down the center aisle of the east hall at an even pace with their credentials already held out in front of them, and every head they passed turned and followed. At the front was a short woman in her forties with her hair pulled back and a face that had never in its life been talked out of anything. Four of the agents peeled off at the first row and took up positions along the wall. The rest kept coming.The President did not look surprised. Neither did General Reyes. Josh noticed that, and filed it away, and understood a few seconds later that this was because both of them had known since lunch."Joshua Renner." The woman stopped at the foot of the steps and did not raise her voice. "Special Agent Dana Whitlock, Federal Bureau of Investigation. I have a warrant for your arrest."Jos
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