“I know that you didn’t file a sexual harassment complaint against Professor Emerson. But it isn’t too late to do so. If you wish, we can have him dismissed from the room so we can discuss this.”
John shook his head. “My client unequivocally denies any harassment, sexual or otherwise, against Miss Mitchell. If anyone should be investigated for harassment, it should be Christa Peterson, who maliciously instigated this mess in the first place.”
“Miss Peterson will be held accountable for her actions, don’t worry about that.” Professor Mwangi’s voice was smooth and direct. “Miss Mitchell, I’m also interested in the email exchange we have here, in which you direct Professor Emerson to stop harassing you. Can you give us the context in which you made that statement?”
“It was a mistake.” Julia’s voice was low, yet it echoed loudly in the room.
“A mistake?” Professor Chakravartty repeated.
“We had a—misunderstanding. I should never have used the word harassment. I was angry. I didn’t mean it.”
Soraya began whispering in Julia’s ear but she pulled away, wringing her hands.
“There was no harassment. That’s why I didn’t file a complaint.”
Professor Chakravartty stared at Julia skeptically before addressing the Dean. “I’d like to move that we suspend this hearing. I have a lot of unanswered questions that I’d like to pose to the other witnesses. And I’d like to interview Miss Mitchell in a less hostile environment.” She glared in Gabriel’s direction.
“Miss Mitchell denied the allegation. She hasn’t filed a complaint against my client, and under paragraph ten of the university’s policy on sexual harassment, she can’t be compelled to do so. Can we move on?” John objected.
“I don’t need you to tell me how to run this proceeding, Mr. Green,” the Dean snapped. “We can take all the time we need to investigate any matter pursuant to the matters before us.”
The Dean gestured to the other hearing officers to move closer to his chair so they could whisper among themselves. The mere mention of a delay caused Julia’s heart to pound, and she fixed frightened eyes on Gabriel, whose face had turned very red.
A few minutes later, the Dean put on his glasses and looked around the room.
“As Professor Chakravartty has suggested, I’m going to suspend this hearing. You’ve been forthcoming, Miss Mitchell, and for that I thank you. But you, Professor Emerson, have told us nothing. Your lack of cooperation has left us with no choice but to go back and speak to all the other witnesses. In particular, I have a few questions I’d like to put to the chair of your department, Professor Martin.
“If the relationship between you the two of you was consensual, you’re both at risk of having violated the non-fraternization policy. And you, Miss Mitchell, have possibly perjured yourself about when the relationship truly began. On the other hand, the email that you sent to the professor is inconsistent with your other statements. There’s also the issue of the M.P. Emerson bursary, which you mention in your email.
“I’m not about to allow this proceeding to rush to judgment. So a delay is in order for us to complete our investigation. This delay could take several weeks, depending upon the level of cooperation we receive. Of course, if you’d rather not have a delay, you could simply answer our questions.” At this, the Dean gave Gabriel and John a stern look.
Julia watched as Gabriel closed his eyes, his lips moving as if he were whispering something to himself. Then his eyes snapped open and he stood to his feet.
“Enough,” he said.
Six pairs of eyes swung to stare at the angry looking professor as he glared defiantly at the hearing officers.
“There’s no need for a delay. I’ll cooperate.” Gabriel’s jaw was set, his blue eyes flashing.
Julia’s heart sank.
“It appears we’ve finally captured your attention, Professor Emerson, and persuaded you to come out from behind your lawyer,” said Professor Mwangi sarcastically.
“Such a remark is beneath you.” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand in the air.
“Are you willing to answer the committee’s questions?” The Dean interrupted the staring match between the two men.
“Yes.”
Once John got over his surprise, he stood at Gabriel’s side. “Dr. Aras, my client has retained counsel. Can you give me a moment to consult with him?”
The Dean nodded, and John began whispering hastily in Gabriel’s ear.
Julia could see that he did not like what John was saying, and she watched him mouth the words “No, no, no.”
Eventually, Gabriel dismissed John with a murderous look. “I am willing to answer any and all questions, but not while Miss Mitchell is in the room. Some of the answers I wish to give are of a personal nature and for various—ah—reasons I prefer to keep those answers confidential.”
The Dean measured Gabriel intently and nodded. “Very well. Miss Mitchell, you are dismissed for the moment, but please don’t leave the building. We might have need of you shortly.”