Chapter 9 - The DonorEverett Holloway arrived at Westbridge that afternoon with three attorneys.

By then, half the campus knew something serious was happening.

Videos of Trent breaking Leo’s crutch had escaped onto social media.

One clip had more than a million views.

It showed the moment Leo fell.

Then Trent destroying the fiber box.

Then fifty students screaming as their uploads failed.

The caption spread faster than any university statement:

FOOTBALL CAPTAIN DESTROYS DISABLED STUDENT’S CRUTCH AND WIPES OUT 50 JOB APPLICATIONS

Everett hated every word of it.

But what he hated most was that it was accurate enough to survive correction.

He entered Dean Bell’s office without waiting to be invited.

“You need to remove my son’s name from your public statement.”

Dean Bell remained seated.

“No.”

“My lawyers have drafted language.”

“Then your lawyers wasted their time.”

Everett placed both hands on her desk.

“My family has supported Westbridge for eighteen years.”

Dean Bell looked at his hands.

“Take them off my desk.”

His eyes narrowed.

She didn’t move.

Everett slowly straightened.

“You have buildings funded by people I introduced.”

“We do.”

“Athletic scholarships.”

“Yes.”

“Research centers.”

“Yes.”

“And you are prepared to burn all of that because of one hallway incident?”

Dean Bell’s voice remained steady.

“No, Mr. Holloway. Your son may have burned some of it when he attacked a student and destroyed university infrastructure.”

Everett’s attorney stepped forward.

“Allegedly.”

Dean Bell pointed toward her screen.

“The video is playing behind you.”

The lawyer stopped.

Everett changed tactics.

“What does Leo Mercer want?”

Dean Bell frowned.

“What?”

“Money?”

“You think this can be settled privately?”

“Most things can.”

Dean Bell stood now.

“Leave.”

Everett’s expression hardened.

“You should think carefully.”

“I have.”

“My development company is currently financing two major Westbridge expansion projects.”

“Then your board may want to know why its chairman is threatening a university dean during an investigation.”

For the first time, Everett looked genuinely angry.

“You have no evidence I’m involved.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

His mistake was immediate.

Because by denying involvement before she accused him, he revealed how closely he was following the investigation.

Dean Bell saw it.

Everett saw her see it.

He turned to leave.

At the doorway, he stopped.

“My son made a stupid mistake.”

Dean Bell said nothing.

“But destroying him won’t restore those applications.”

“No.”

Everett looked back.

“Then ask yourself what your goal really is.”

He left.

Ten minutes later, the university president called Dean Bell.

Twenty minutes later, two trustees called.

Thirty minutes later, Westbridge legal counsel requested she “slow the investigation until liability could be assessed.”

At four, funding for Professor Ward’s network-security lab was placed under emergency financial review.

At four-fifteen, Leo’s temporary investigative privileges were disabled.

Professor Ward stared at her locked screen.

“They shut us out.”

Leo tried his account.

Denied.

Brooke whispered, “Can they do that?”

“They just did.”

Then Dean Bell entered.

She was furious.

“The president says we are to preserve evidence and stop independent analysis.”

Leo understood.

“Everett.”

“He has friends on the board.”

Marcus, sitting nearby, slammed his palm on the table.

“So that’s it?”

“No,” Leo said.

Everyone turned.

He opened his backpack.

Inside was an external drive.

Professor Ward stared at it.

“What’s that?”

“Legally exported diagnostic logs from before our access was terminated.”

She blinked.

“When did you make that?”

“About three minutes after Everett Holloway entered the building.”

Brooke smiled.

“You knew.”

“I suspected.”

Professor Ward looked torn between reprimanding him and applauding.

Leo added quickly, “Read-only logs. No restricted personal data.”

She exhaled.

“Good.”

Dean Bell closed the office blinds.

“What did you find?”

Leo connected the drive.

“Not enough yet.”

Then a notification appeared on Professor Ward’s personal email.

Sender:

Nolan Price

Another scheduled message.

Subject:

IF THEY SHUT DOWN LEO’S ACCESS

Everyone stared.

Leo opened it.

Then you know Everett reached the board.

Below that was an encrypted attachment.

Password hint:

The year Westbridge stopped being a university and became a business.

Dean Bell gave a humorless laugh.

“That could be any year.”

Leo examined the file.

“Price planned for this.”

Brooke asked the obvious question.

“Why?”

Leo didn’t know.

Maybe Nolan Price had participated in the sabotage and developed a conscience.

Maybe he had been coerced.

Maybe this was another trap.

Then Leo noticed something in the email metadata.

Price had scheduled the message two days before Trent attacked him.

Meaning Nolan expected the board to intervene.

Expected Leo’s access to be terminated.

Expected Everett’s response.

Whatever had happened in Hallway A was not improvised.

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