Rain darkened Cavendish’s stone buildings by six. Water blurred the lamps beyond the windows of the Office of Student Conduct.

The brass clock on Claire Whitaker’s bookcase marked 6:17.

As Owen Whitaker’s college-appointed peer mentor, you schedule his private study sessions, monitor his participation, and submit evaluations that help determine whether he remains in good standing. Removal for mentor misconduct is not a quiet reassignment: it triggers a conduct review, suspends your trusted-student status, and can end your own place at Cavendish.

Three documents occupy Claire’s walnut desk. Your latest evaluation describes Owen’s steady adjustment and growing independence. A medical report records him collapsing less than forty minutes after one of your sessions. Beneath Claire’s pen waits an unsigned form:

HONOR PEER INITIATIVE — CONTINUATION RECOMMENDATION

CONTINUE ASSIGNMENT
REASSIGN MENTOR

Owen sits opposite his mother, shoulders drawn inward as he finishes the statement she has spent twenty minutes extracting from him.

“I should’ve handled it better,” he says. “That doesn’t mean I need somebody new.”

“You concealed repeated incidents from your coordinator,” Claire says. “You required medical assistance today.”

“I got dizzy.”

“You lost consciousness.”

“For a minute.”

The clock fills the silence with disciplined clicks.

Owen looks toward you, then away. “I want them to stay assigned.”

He collects his bag, refuses the arm Claire offers, and leaves without looking back. The outer door shuts behind him.

Claire waits until his footsteps disappear. She crosses to the office door and turns the privacy latch. The metallic click sounds indecently loud beneath the framed Cavendish Honor Covenant.

When she returns to her desk, she does not sit.

“The college gave you recurring private access to a vulnerable student. My son trusted you to help him remain here. You used that position to hurt him, then made the harm look like progress.”

She places the medical report over your evaluation, aligning their edges precisely.

“The assignment ends tonight. Filing this suspends your mentor credentials and sends the reports to formal conduct review. If it finds deliberate abuse or falsification, you could lose your standing at Cavendish.”

Claire draws the continuation recommendation closer. Her pen hovers over REASSIGN MENTOR.

You turn the screen toward her and start the recovered video.

The footage is old but unmistakably explicit. A collector’s watermark crawls across the bottom beside the name SAVANNAH WILDE. Claire’s younger, fully adult self is naked on a studio bed, kneeling between an adult male performer’s legs with his erect penis in her mouth. She looks directly into the camera while performing oral sex. The clip cuts to her on her hands and knees while the same performer penetrates her from behind, her face turned toward the lens as a title card repeats the stage name she erased.

Claire’s pen slips from her fingers and strikes the desk.

The chair catches behind her knees when she staggers back. One hand clamps around its wooden frame; the other reaches toward the screen, stops short, then recoils as the video continues. The color drains from her face. For the first time since the meeting began, her breathing is audible.

“No.”

The word is barely voiced. Her attention snaps to the locked door, then the rain-dark window, then back to the footage. The disciplined stillness she carried through Owen’s statement is gone. She tries to speak twice before sound returns.

“Turn it off.”

There is no administrative cadence left in the command. She drags the chair upright and braces both hands against the desk, but one is trembling. Whatever composure returns is being assembled piece by piece around panic.

Her eyes remain fixed on the screen.

“Tell me who else has this.”

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