Charis
Two sure things were going to happen today.
Number one, the investigation council would find me guilty. Number two, they would find me not guilty.
That contradiction alone has been in my mind for seven days now like a bomb waiting to explode. There was no middle ground, no maybe, no postponement. Today, my fate would be decided.
It had been a week since two members from the council had shown up at Rhett's house to ask me some questions. I'd braced myself for the worst, created every worst-case scenario I could imagine.
I'd expected accusations about the data breach, questions about my access to the student data or even interrogation about my relationships with influential students.
I'd imagined a dark room with only a single lamp overhead, and a barking man or woman demanding I tell them the truth, or suffer the consequences.
I'd gotten instead a middle-aged woman with a bright smile on her face and a man dressed casually.
