5The skype called started out normally.
Samantha sat down at her desk and clicked on the button. There was a ringing sound and then the dean’s office blinked into existence on her screen. The dean was middle aged and balding. He was young for someone holding his position and he did a good job of it.
Others faulted him for his lack of technology skills, but Samantha was not one of them. She knew that there were other deans at the university who were determined not to advance in regard to technology. The English department held all student records on file.
Samantha had learned this at one of the mixers for new faculty. One woman had been complaining about how the dean of the English Department refused to change over to digital. Samantha was sure that she’d meant something else—perhaps the
