Before the applause could resume, the pressure within Thomas's fragile, narcissistic ego violently burst. He couldn't process reality. He couldn't accept that the servant he planned to evict was the queen of the room.
He stood up, kicking the back of his chair so hard it slammed into the knees of the neurosurgeon behind him. He was caught in a blind, desperate, frothy panic.
“This is a mistake!” Thomas shouted, his voice cracking, pointing a trembling finger toward the stage. “She’s a liar! She’s not a doctor! She’s just a nurse’s aide! She stole someone’s identity! Security! Arrest her immediately!”
The reaction was instantaneous and violently decisive. The elite medical community would not tolerate interruptions, much less unhinged attacks against its crown jewel.
Within seconds of Thomas's outburst, three burly, heavily armed campus security guards materialized from the hallways. They asked no questions. Two of them flanked Thomas, grabbing his flailing arms and forcibly pinning them behind his back, twisting him just enough to make him gasp in pain.
“Sir, you’re disrupting a federally funded academic ceremony. You’re trespassing. Move your feet now, or you’ll be carried out in zip ties,” the lead guard growled, his voice lacking in argument.
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