Chapter 5Owen Edwards sat behind his desk and drummed his fingertips on the blotter. It was interesting how the ball player jumped to the conclusion the chancellor was offering him money, when in fact the university’s appreciation would have been assistance in helping Makem pass his courses should the need arise. Well, no matter.
“Pardon me, Chancellor. Mr. Newton is here to see you.”
“Excellent.” As Archimedes had hoped, his son had contacted the university in hopes of being directed toward a paying position. He’d sent the young man a text message asking to see him. And talk about ships passing in the night. I wonder if Mr. Makem and Mr. Newton might have crossed paths in our hallowed halls. “Send him in, please, Andy.”
His secretary stepped aside, and Charles Newton entered, wheeling
