CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO – A GOLD MINE OF EVIDENCE

As she left the office, Jasmine felt as if she were navigating a minefield. One wrong step, one careless word, and everything could explode. But as her hand brushed against the USB drive in her pocket, she realized that the detonator was already in her possession. The question was, did she have the courage to use it? That evening, ensconced in the safety of her loft, Jasmine poured herself a generous glass of wine and booted up her laptop. The contents of Anna's USB drive spilled across her screen: a digital jigsaw puzzle of half-truths and shadowy implications. There were anonymous forum posts, all pushing variations of the same salacious narrative: the predatory professor, the naive student, the jealous colleague. Each account varied slightly in details, but the overall effect was a masterclass in character assassination. Then there were the emails. Exchanges between student government representatives, drama club officers, even alumni, all expressing "concerns" about the Art Depa