INT. - PRESIDENT MICKEREL'S BOARDROOM - MORNING

Kinsey was already uncomfortable with the idea of meeting with college President Mickerel, but when she was guided, not to his office, but to the board room on the other side of his receptionist's desk, the blonde anthropologist's stomach clenched into a knot of anxiety.

Made worse by the presence of not just a handful of others, but what looked like the full board of deans for Silver City College. She knew the faces, ...