They stood like that for half an hour. The whole time, the office was deathly quiet. Even a crying Xyla dared not make a sound. There was a storm brewing in the office, and right in the center of the storm was Joel Fletcher.
It was calm before the storm, and the atmosphere made everyone breathless. The air conditioning had not been turned on, and everyone was sweating. However, no one dared to breathe too hard, much less wipe their sweat.
Seeing that it was already ten thirty, Joel finally flung the file in his hand, and it landed on the table with a smack. Everyone jerked to attention, their body strung tight with tension.
Joel stood up with a predatory gaze, and something shifted in the air. It was as if there was an invisible energy wave, and it made everyone stand up straighter subconsciously.
“What the h*ll happened?” Joel looked distant and untouchable, and his voice was unbearably cold. “The one who got beaten up speaks first,” he said in a cold voice, pointing at Richard.
Richard stepped forward and pointed at Sophia. “She started it; she hit my girlfriend first, and when I went to stop her, she beat me up!” Richard had had enough of Sophia being unreasonable. She had done so many repugnant things in order to get everyone’s attention, and he wanted her to be expelled immediately from the barracks.
Joel did not respond, but looked at Xyla and asked, “What about you?”
Tears running down her face, Xyla said, “She hit me first, and when Richard tried to save me, she even hit Richard.”
Joel remained quiet, pacing in front of three for two whole laps. The brim of his military cap cast a shadow which covered his whole face, but they could still see a pair of piercing eyes staring at them.
Looking at Sophia, Joel finally asked, “Did you hit them?”
“Yes, sir. It was me who hit them.” In a strong voice, Sophia replied in accordance with the rules of the barracks.
Joel’s face was expressionless, but his voice carried a hint of anger. “Reason?”
Sophia looked at him straight in the eye and said, “This is our private matter. These two were feeling guilty, and begged me to hit them.”
Everything went still for a few seconds. It was Quinton Clark who broke the silence by laughing out loud. The rest couldn’t bring themselves to laugh, as the general was staring at them like a tiger would its prey.
Richard was the first to protest. “General, this is not what happened. How can someone be so stupid as to let others beat them up? It was Sophia who started it! If you don’t believe me, you can ask everyone present. They saw clearly what Sophia had done!”
The others nodded in agreement. Between a commoner and a rich student, they were naturally biased in favor of the latter. They just wanted the interrogation to end and see the guilty party punished, so that they could quickly head back for a rest.
That being said, they despised Richard for pushing the blame upon someone else, when it was indeed him who offered to let Sophia hit him.
Faye added in her two cents and said, “Yes, General, it was Sophia that started it by hitting Xyla and Richard! The beatings were so violent and scary that our hearts are still pumping up till now.”
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