It took the university nearly two days to respond to Emily Blair’s report. When someone finally did, they summoned Brandon Ross and Helen Ross for a meeting to verify the authenticity of the allegations.
The two adults, both in their late twenties, entered the office looking drawn and exhausted, eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights or tears. They shuffled inside, tension written across their faces.
The instant they walked in, they spotted Emily Blair, seated calmly at the table.
Seeing Emily only made matters worse. Brandon’s face darkened, and he took a step forward, as if ready to confront her, but Helen reached out and stopped him with a firm grip on his arm. Even so, the look Helen shot Emily was anything but friendly—her eyes brimming with hostility as she glared at her, again and again.
A staff member from the university gave the couple a quiet but stern warning. Both Brandon and Helen’s eyes grew even redder; they leaned into one another for support as they sat down beside Emily.
The university official pushed the documents Emily had submitted across the table toward Brandon and Helen, speaking in a firm, measured tone. “Take a look for yourselves.”
Brandon and Helen exchanged a nervous glance before picking up the papers. As they read, the color drained from their faces.
The documents detailed events from their past, covering elementary through high school—real incidents, though the files lacked photographs. That was why the university couldn’t immediately verify the information, and had asked the two to come in for questioning.
The staff watched them closely. “This young woman has accused you of applying to the university under false identities,” they said. “We need your explanation.”
Brandon shook his head forcefully, pushing the documents back across the table. “That’s not true. These records are fake. We didn’t use false identities to apply.”
The official turned to Emily. “You see, the materials you submitted don’t conclusively prove they used false identities to apply. Do you have any further evidence? If not, we’ll have to dismiss your report.”
Having found so many holes, Brandon and Helen began to relax. Smug, they exchanged triumphant glances, their eyes brimming with malice as they looked at Emily.
Emily smiled softly. “May I speak with them alone?”
The staff looked puzzled but nodded. “Of course. You can step outside if you wish.”
Emily met Brandon and Helen’s gaze, switching to English. “Shall we?”

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