Rich Kid Stole My Thesis, But My Code Had A Secret Death Trap!

The Reckoning

As the student body erupted in a thunderous applause, the University Provost strode forward. He took the red expulsion folder from Liam’s stunned hand and tore it in half, a symbolic act that echoed the destruction of the false narrative. Liam finally found his voice, steady and resonant, addressing the stunned hall and, more pointedly, Preston. "You stole my work at 2:54 AM, Preston, and forgot that my code compiles my student ID into the binary header." Preston stumbled backward, clawing at his collar, his face a mask of disbelief and panic. Dean Caldwell, visibly deflated, sank against the lectern, his pompous facade crumbling.