One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 65 Audrey

My breath caught in my throat as I slowly approached the chair. Set up at a table beside it was a large lie detector machine, where a man in a suit was sitting. In front of the chair was a camera on a tripod. "What... What is this?" I asked softly, hesitant to sit.

Mr. Lewis cleared his throat. "It's alright, Miss Thatcher. If you may...

I sat down slowly, my eyes darting between Edwin, Mr. Lewis, and Ms. Morric. Edwin's face was unreadable, but there was a hint of something in his eyes-concern, maybe? Or understanding? I couldn't quite tell.

"I'm sure you saw the statements that came out this morning." Ms. Morrie began.

I nodded stiffly, my eyes darting over to Edwin once more. "I... I have."

"In light of that, we have come to a compromise regarding your situation. Mr. Lewis stated, gesturing to the man sitting behind the lie detector machine. "If you pass a lie detector test proving that you did not have any nefarious intent with the fashion show, you will be allowed to keep your internship."

I blinked, processing his words. "Is that really necessary?"

Ms. Morrie stepped forward. "Given the circumstances, we believe it's the fairest way to resolve this situation."

"But doesn't this feel a bit extreme?" I protested. "I've already explained everything. Professor Brooks and Claudia Klein have both advocated for me."

Mr. Lewis sighed and looked over at Edwin. "Indeed they have. But Miss Thatcher, you must understand the position we're in. The integrity of our institution is at stake. We need all the proof we can get if the school isn't going to wind up in hot

water

"You do not need to consent, Miss Thatcher," the lie detector technician stated in a gravelly voice. "The choice is yours." Choice. This didn't feel like much of a choice. I looked at Edwin, searching for some sort of guidance or any indication that he was on board with this. He remained silent but gave me an encouraging nod, his eyes softening slightly.

"Alright," I finally said, taking a deep breath. "I'll do it.

With that, the technician stepped forward to attach the sensors to me. As he worked, Mr. Lewis explained the process. "We will start with some basic questions to establish a baseline for your heart and breathing. Then we'll move on to more specific questions about the fashion show and recent events."

"Just breathe as you normally would, Miss Thatcher," the technician stated.

I nodded, trying to remain calm despite the wires that were now attached to my chest, palms, and wrists. "And if I pass?" I asked. "What happens then?

"If you pass," Ms. Morrie interjected, "all accusations will be dropped, and you will retain your internship." She paused then, looking over at Edwin, who clenched his jaw tightly. "And Linda O'Malley will be investigated."

"And if I don't?" I asked, dreading the answer.

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Miss Thatcher. If you have been telling the truth along, then you have

dean nodded and pulle seat up across from me, meanwhile,

said. "Please

"Audrey Marie Thatcher."

date

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I didn't have time to dwell

currently a

"Yes."

understand why you're

controversy surrounding the fashion

"Now, let's move on to more specific questions," he said. I felt my heart rate s**e ever so slightly, but if it showed on the test, the

to strep throat. I was putting up flyers looking for a replacement, and

I was surprised and a bit hesitant at first.

you intend to rig the results of the fashion show by having Professor

didn't think we should do it since he

reading the results, then stated, "She's telling the truth" "Very well. Was the cheerleading uniform design that won the previous competition truly

proof.

Linda's attempt to steal it with disdain I can

waved his hand. “That won't be

relief wash over nie. Maybe this wouldn't be

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cleared his throat, and I saw Edwin

his tone serious. "Are you having, or have you ever had, a romantic entanglement

hit me like a punch to the gut. I froze, my heart racing. How could I answer this? If I told the truth, Edwin could lose his job.

technician prompted. "Please

stammered, my eyes darting to and from each individual in the room. "What does this have to do with the