Gabriel’s expression grew tense.

“Did he believe you?”

“He seemed to, but he was angry. He told me I should have come

to him immediately. He said that he was obligated to report me to

the Dean for failing to follow university policy.”

“Oh, no.” Julia reached for Gabriel’s hand. “What are we going

to do?”

“He said that because of our other troubles, he isn’t going to

muddy the waters — for now. But he was adamant in telling me that

he wasn’t going to cover things up.”

Gabriel leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Don’t worry about Jer-

emy. I’ll handle him. While you’re finishing your bath, I’ll update my lawyer so we can plan our next move.” He smiled and turned to leave.

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“Gabriel, there is one more thing. Well, two more things, actually.

“Soraya is filing a complaint against Christa, on my behalf, argu-

ing that she targeted me maliciously.”

“Good. Maybe that will cause her to rethink her actions.”

“And in my meeting with Nicole yesterday she mentioned that

you weren’t in therapy anymore.”

Gabriel saw Julia’s expression, one of irritation mixed with sad-

ness, and his shoulders slumped.

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Chapter 22

In the grand scheme of things, Gabriel’s failure to mention the

fact that he’d stopped going to therapy was unimportant. Or so

Julia believed. They argued about it briefly, but both of them were too worried about their troubles with the university to do more than that.

Gabriel received a terse note from Jeremy the following week,

indicating that he’d interviewed both Mrs. Jenkins and Paul. Other than that, he and Julia didn’t receive any communication from the

university.

David Aras spent his Friday night alone in the office of his house with a bottle of Jameson whiskey. It was not unusual for him to do so. In his position as Dean of Graduate Studies he often brought

work home. On this particular evening he found himself mired in a

very tricky, very sensitive situation.

Miss Peterson’s harassment complaint had been challenged by the

testimony of more than one witness. However, the academic fraud

complaint against Miss Mitchell had alerted him to a possible case of fraternization between Julia and Professor Emerson. The problem was that the evidence was contradictory.

According to the information passed on by Professor Martin,

Paul Norris had painted a glowing picture of Miss Mitchell and her character. As the whiskey burned his throat, David wondered if all women Mr. Norris came in contact with had mysteriously sprouted

wings or if he simply had a weakness for young women from Selin-

sgrove, Pennsylvania.

(Wherever the hell that was.)

According to Mr. Norris and Mrs. Jenkins, Miss Mitchell was

a timid young woman who was disliked by Professor Emerson. Mr.

Sylvain Reynard

Norris went further to claim that the professor had fought openly

with her in his seminar.

Subsequent to the confrontation in class, Emerson had ap-

proached Professor Picton to supervise Miss Mitchell’s thesis, citing the fact that she was a friend of his family as the reason why he could no longer continue to supervise her. Here is where David was puzzled.

Professor Emerson hadn’t objected to Miss Mitchell’s admission

to the program, knowing that he was the only professor who directed theses on Dante. If there was such an obvious conflict of interest, why hadn’t he objected? Or declared the conflict of interest to Professor Martin at the beginning of the semester?

The files on Professor Emerson and Miss Mitchell did not make

sense. And David did not like it when things did not make sense.

(For his universe was nothing if not sensical.)

As he pondered the evidence, he inserted a flash drive into his

computer. He opened the single folder on the drive and began scan-

ning through the emails that had been culled obligingly from Professor Emerson’s account by someone in the Information Technology

office. He adjusted the parameters to include only those messages

that had been sent to or received from Miss Mitchell, Miss Peterson, Mr. Norris, and Professor Picton.

In a few minutes, David found something that surprised him.

On his screen, were emails that had been sent before the end of October 2009. The first email had been written by Professor Emerson

to Miss Mitchell:

Dear Miss Mitchell,

I need to speak to you concerning a matter of some urgency.

Please contact me as soon as possible. You may telephone

me at the following number: 416-555-0739 (cell).

Regards,

Prof. Gabriel O. Emerson,

Associate Professor

Department of Italian Studies/

Centre for Medieval Studies

University of Toronto

The second email was sent by Miss Mitchell to Professor Emerson

in response to his message:

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Gabriel’s Rapture

Dr. Emerson,

Stop harassing me.

I don’t want you anymore. I don’t even want to know you. If

you don’t leave me alone, I will be forced to file a harassment

complaint against you. And if you call my father, I will do just

that. Immediately.

If you think I’m going to let an insignificant thing like this drive me from the program, then you are very much mistaken. I

need a new thesis director, not a bus ticket home.

Regards,

Miss J. H. Mitchell,

Lowly Graduate Student,

On-Knees-More-Than-The-Average-Whore.

P.S. I will be returning the M. P. Emerson bursary next week.

Congratulations, Professor Abelard. No one has ever made me

feel as cheap as you did Sunday morning.

The Dean straightened in his chair. He read the two emails once

again, examining every word.

Although he had a vague memory of who Peter Abelard was, he

indulged his curiosity and Googled him. He clicked on a reputable

biography and began reading.

Quod erat demonstrandum, he thought.

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Chapter 23

Downtown, Jeremy Martin was reclining on his leather sofa, eyes

closed, listening to Beethoven while his wife got ready for bed.

As the Chair of Italian Studies, he was responsible for a number of people, including faculty and students. Gabriel’s revelation that he was dating a former student troubled him.

He knew that Christa Peterson’s complaint was malicious, but

like any other complainant, she should be taken seriously. Given

the fact that she was correct in surmising that Gabriel and Julianne were involved, it was quite possible that her allegation that Julianne had received special favors was also correct. Gabriel, his friend and colleague, had tried to keep the relationship secret. Now the Dean was asking questions, placing Jeremy in a hell of a bind.

Over the course of his career in the United States and now in

Toronto, he’d seen too many bright and promising graduate students become the playthings of their professors. His wife, for example,

had been a graduate student in linguistics at Columbia University, only to have her career ruined by her professor/lover after she tired of his alcoholism. It had taken years for Danielle’s wounds to heal, and even now she would have nothing to do with academia. Jeremy

didn’t want to see Julianne’s career come to a similar end.

On the other hand, he would not allow the rising star of his

faculty to be slandered and vilified for an infraction he hadn’t committed. If the Dean investigated Professor Emerson and Miss Mitchell further, Jeremy would do his damnedest to ensure that justice was

served. Failing that, he was determined to ensure that his depart-

ment was protected. Which is why he was horrified to find copies of letters addressed to Professor Emerson and Miss Mitchell with his

daily mail on the first Thursday in March.

Gabriel’s Rapture

Muttering expletives, he glanced at the contents quickly before

making a discreet call to one of his contacts in the Dean’s office. Half an hour later, he was placing a call to Professor Emerson’s home.

“Have you checked your snail mail today?”

Gabriel frowned. “No. Why?”

“Because I have a letter from the Dean indicating that you and

Julianne are being investigated for engaging in an inappropriate

relationship while she was your student.”

“Fuck,” said Gabriel.

“Exactly. Are you sitting down?”

“No.”

“Well, take a seat. I just got off the phone with a friend who

works in the Dean’s office. Julianne has filed a harassment complaint against Christa Peterson, pursuant to the allegations against her. In retaliation, Christa has threatened the university with a lawsuit over the fact that Julianne received preferential treatment because she slept with you. Christa’s allegations are now part of the investigation into you and Julianne.”

“That’s preposterous!”

“Is it?”

“Of course it is. It’s ridiculous.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Gabriel, because the university takes com-

plaints like this very seriously. The Provost’s office has ordered the Dean and two others to form a committee and investigate the allegations. You and Julianne are being summoned to appear before