The Conspiracy Unraveled
The university was unusually quiet that morning.
Daniel stood in the administrative building's hallway, his hand clutching a flash drive his heart, a ticking bomb. The evidence he had just pulled from the faculty server wasn't just unethical… it was criminal.
He walked into Dean Obiora's office without knocking.
"Daniel," the dean began with forced calm, "you can't just—"
"I have evidence, sir. About what's been done to Favour, and to me."
The dean's face went still.
Daniel slid the flash drive onto the desk. "Private emails. Coordinated surveillance. Fabricated red flags on her academic file. Your assistant has been editing her records. And Ijeoma? She's been feeding your office false concerns for months."
"You're making dangerous accusations."
"No, sir," Daniel said. "You did."
He stepped forward. "You told me to pick wisely. That if I married someone with a record of 'dishonesty,' it might reflect on my future position. So you fed that idea into Ijeoma and she acted on it."
The dean leaned back. "What do you want?"
"Simple. Withdraw everything. Fix her record. Clear her name. And stay out of our marriage."
Silence.
Then the dean stood. "And if I don't?"
Daniel stared him down. "Then the university will be reading about this in national headlines by tomorrow morning. My uncle works with The Guardian. I'm done protecting power."
He turned and walked out.
The battle was only beginning but Daniel had chosen his side.
Finally.