Inappropriate

Leila

My stomach turned. He was going to fire me. I could see it on his face. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I managed to get out the words despite my tongue trying to embed itself on the roof of my mouth.

“It’s part of the job.”

“What’s going on Dean Johnson?” I asked, not interested in beating around the bush. If he was going to fire me, I wanted it over with. I was already writing my resume in my head.

“We’ve got a situation. I was informed last week that one of our esteemed professors has been involved in a sexual relationship with a student.”

My mouth fell open. “What?”

He nodded, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Yes. It’s not something I ever want to deal with. Our school has some very clear policies about this. It is never okay to sleep with a student.”

“I understand,” I said, still not sure why he was telling me.

“I have been running an investigation and the things I have uncovered are not only disturbing, but disappointing. I just don’t understand what is happening these days. S