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JACKSON The Dean gave me a wry smile after I finalized speaking. I knew it was a sarcastic look that meant who I was to give orders. But I said what I said. “Sir, have you all been misleading us? They all believe this is modest and just.” I motioned my hand to the crowd inside the hall, they still enjoyed every bit of the event going on. “Jackson.” our dean began, patting my shoulder. I raised my brow in anticipation. “Don’t you love how you have fans from all over?” He queried in an influential tone. I understood how he was trying to point out that everything they were doing was for me. But I didn't ask for it. When I didn't react to his cogency. He frowned a bit, not wanting to prolong whatever was happening. “Everything will be handled consequently.” I nodded in response to sh