Charlotte’s presence in Prof Michael’s office made a lasting impression on anyone who encountered her that day.

Naturally, Prof Michael was as impressed as his male students were.

Charlotte enrolled in college, selected her courses, and continued her studies.

In her first week, students swarmed her with absurd requests and ogled her as she walked by.

 Freshmen like her felt intimidated, sophomores wanted her at their parties, and juniors and seniors sought to date her.

Charlotte declined every offer.

Despite the prying eyes and constant scrutiny, Charlotte refused to hide.

 She walked with her head held high, found a quiet corner to sit in, and left campus when she had no classes.

This approach minimized her clashes with lecturers and thirsty students.

It took Mr. Michael a whole semester to encounter Charlotte again. Upon their meeting, they recognized each other instantly, and her confident demeanor indicated that she remembered him as well.

Throughout that semester, Charlotte kept her distance in lecture halls as usual, but Mr. Michael had a plan in mind.

He scheduled the Continuous Assessment Tests (CATs) in the a third of the semester's time, which was unusually early.

Charlotte breezed through the assessment, finishing in minutes, then patiently waited for her classmates to complete it.

Two weeks later, everyone’s marks appeared on the virtual campus, but Charlotte’s were conspicuously absent.

Impatient, she approached Mr. Michael to inquire, only to find out that he couldn’t locate her paper.

She suggested a retake, or even completing a random paper, but due to campus policies and more, he advised her to wait for the next semester to retake the exam, as it would be marked as incomplete without the assessment scores.

It was a delicate situation, one that a professor of his caliber should have known how to handle.

He sat in awkward silence, not offering a solution or making eye contact.

 Charlotte understood the unspoken message and proposed to do whatever it took to retrieve her marks.

Within Michael’s mind, the word “everything” echoed persistently. Hearing it, he walked over cautiously, locked the shared office door, and approached her.

 Charlotte was observant, and the thought of what he had in his shameless mind was terrifying to her.

Without making eye contact, he extended his hand to touch Charlotte. She was numb, a signal he mistook to touch her shoulder and neck.

His breath quickened, and Charlotte discerned his intentions. 

She wasn’t in a hurry to remove his invasive fingers from her neck as he moved them back.

Excited, Mr. Michael moved his fingers toward her cleavage, causing her to gasp in irritation. 

Charlotte swiftly retrieved her phone and snapped a couple of pictures. 

Seeing this, Mr. Michael aggressively attempted to seize her phone, demanding, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Stepping back, Charlotte, now furious and with reddened eyes, retorted, “What did you think you were doing?” Her voice was resolute.

Mr. Michael’s face turned flush as he contemplated the potential repercussions of those photos on his reputation, career, and life.

He wanted to snatch the phone from her hands, but Charlotte had the camera trained on him as she spoke.

“I took your damn exam, Michael, and attended your senseless classes, and for what?”

Mr. Michael was too ashamed to meet the camera’s gaze; his face was averted towards the wall as he pondered his next move.

“How many other girls have you tried this with? How many girls have you violated, you pervert!”

Charlotte closed her phone’s screen. “Turn around; I want to see those perverted eyes when I say what I’m about to say.”

Out of sight of the camera, Michael looked around in terror. 

When he saw Charlotte’s angry expression, shame flooded his face, and he looked down.

“How many?”

“Listen carefully now, you excusw of a man. Before I decide what to do with you, I want straight A’s in all my exams, perfect attendance, and your assurance that you’ll never touch another girl.

 Is that too much to ask?"

Charlotte never opened her camera app, and she never recorded the conversation. 

It was a instinctive decision, one that saved her . One that she told him about before storming out of his office. 

Mr. Michael’s misery started that day, and Charlotte had the keys to his career, personal life, and reputation. She had the final say.

It tormented him. 

From that day forward, Charlotte never attended Mr. Michael’s classes, but she never failed them either.

Charlotte didn't have time to sob, she thought about her beloved sister and all the other girls who would be too afraid to act on it.

Wherever Michael went, whomever he spoke to, the idea that someone knew about his actions consumed his thoughts.

Guilt plagued him, and Charlotte was well aware of it.

Before dropping out of college, she paid a final visit to his office. What she said only him knows.

Amid his thoughts, as he sat in his car across the street, Michael’s mind briefly shifted from the chilling memory of his encounter with Charlotte to a more sinister and vindictive thought that brought warmth to his eyes.

He knew that Charlotte had the power to destroy what was left of his life. That’s why he decided to take measures to ensure she could never harm him that way.

Now, he had done the unthinkable, and Charlotte would never haunt his life anymore.

He looked at Madison, a young woman he saw having the same sinister thoughts about someone, and wished he would have told her what he did to help her find a way to take revenge on who victimized her as well.

Madison stays with the books all day, she must have come across something useful. He thought. 

From Mr. Michael to Madison, it’s goodbye for now.