Gemotions

The university's impending closure felt like a personal affront to Mark. He'd always considered the campus his own kingdom, the lectures his private domain. He'd spent years amassing power through his position as student body president. He'd been able to secure himself many perks.

His thoughts immediately turned to his legacy, his position. "This isn't fair," he muttered, pacing his dorm room. He began to devise a plan. He had to retain his influence, protect his status. He thought of his office. His desk. His contacts.

He launched a campaign to salvage what was left. He needed to make sure he was able to use the resources, the connections, for his benefit. He had to secure a place for himself, no matter the cost.