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, blurring past her as President Johnathan Mickerel rose from the head of the table and gestured for her to take a seat. Right next to him.
Staring eyes were never Kinsey's forte, though she was surprised with herself how collected she felt after the initial shock of discovery. Silently thanking her paranormal bloodline, she em
