My Roommate Called My Dad My Sugar Daddy? Oops, There Goes Her Fellowship Chapter 09

My Roommate Called My Dad My Sugar Daddy? Oops, There Goes Her Fellowship Chapter 09

Claire was seated when I arrived.

Her face was drained of color.

She still had not cried.

She looked up at me, and her voice came out hoarse.

“I didn’t submit it.”

“I only wanted to see how far you were willing to go against me.”

I was shaking with anger.

“You stole my documents, you forged my signature, and you were ready to withdraw my fellowship

application in my name.”

“And you call that testing me?”

She looked at me.

“Nora, you’ve already won.”

“Why won’t you stop?”

I said it one word at a time.

‘Because you’re still hurting me.”

After we called the police, Officer Hanley arrived to take statements.

Claire tried to make it sound smaller than it was.

“I admit I went through her things.”

“But I never got into the fellowship portal, and I never submitted anything.”

“I was under enormous pressure and made one terrible decision.”

Officer Hanley looked at her.

“A prepared withdrawal form, a copied signature, and a list of password guesses show planning, not a

momentary lapse.”

Claire closed her eyes.

“I wanted that spot too much.”

There it was again.

As though wanting something badly enough entitled her to take it from someone else.

After that, the situation could no longer be contained.

The university issued a formal statement.

[Student N.S.’s fellowship eligibility was confirmed, and the allegations circulating online were found to be

materially false.]

[Student C.H. engaged in unauthorized photography, selective editing, fabrication of evidence, a knowingly

false complaint, online harassment, and an attempt to submit a withdrawal form under another student’s

identity.]

The university had begun disciplinary proceedings and referred evidence of possible criminal conduct to the

police.

The day the statement was released, Joanne returned to campus.

This time, she was not alone.

She brought an attorney and two assistants, then went straight to student affairs to submit additional

evidence.

Students still crowded the hallway.

Joanne was far more controlled than she had been the first time.

But every sentence landed harder.

“I don’t care what disciplinary action your university takes.”

“But Claire Hensley accepted money from my husband while continuing to receive need-based aid, then

presented herself publicly as a victim. Her actions have damaged my family.”

“My attorney will trace every payment she accepted and every hotel reservation connected to my husband.”

When Claire was called into the office, she looked stricken.

Joanne saw her and laughed coldly.

“I gave you a chance to tell the truth last time.”

“Today I brought my lawyer.”

“You say I’ve misunderstood you, so let’s put it in plain words.”

“The more than fifteen thousand dollars my husband gave you, was it legitimate compensation or an

undisclosed personal gift?”

Claire’s voice was very low.

“He gave it to me willingly.”

Joanne stared at her.

“So you admit you took it?”

Claire’s face stiffened.

The university officials beside them immediately began taking notes.

Joanne kept going.

“I’ve already submitted records showing you and my husband at the same hotels to the police and my

attorney.”

“I also submitted receipts for the phone, clothes, and skincare products he bought you.”

“You took all of that while applying for need-based aid at school.”

“And now you call yourself a struggling student being crushed by a wealthy classmate.”

“Doesn’t that disgust you?”

Claire finally lost control, and her voice rose.

“Preston Vance lied to me!”

“He said he’d help me, that he’d give me opportunities.”

“I only wanted a chance to change my life. Is that so wrong?”

Joanne laughed.

“Change your life?”

“By taking my husband’s money, trying to steal someone else’s fellowship, and destroying your classmate’s

reputation?”

No one in the office spoke.

I stood outside the door with my chest tight.

Joanne was not acting out of justice.

She had come to protect her marriage and her financial interests.

But the evidence she brought destroyed the last of Claire’s denials.

The fallout quickly reached Preston Vance as well.

I heard his company was thrown into turmoil after Joanne sought a freeze on marital assets and uncovered

transfers to Claire, luxury purchases, and recurring hotel reservations.

He called my father, and his tone was ugly.

“Mr. Shaw, this is something between students. There was no reason to drag me into this.”

My father only answered:

“No one dragged you anywhere.”

“My daughter only exposed what you were already doing.”

Preston Vance never called again.