Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

much to discuss.”

“I’ll stand,” I said. “This won’t take long.”

Marcus moved to stand beside me, setting his briefcase on the sideboard with a soft thump that somehow commanded attention.

My father’s eyes flickered to Marcus, then back to me. “Who is this?”

“Marcus Reeves. My attorney.”

Dante laughed, a short, derisive sound. “You brought a lawyer to a continue reading …