Cecily’s Interlude
CECILY’S INTERLUDE
I sat nervously at the table as everyone started to gather.
This was my first check-in with the board since the semester began.
It felt different because they had never interacted with Clark Mercier this way before.
I had worked alongside him for years and set up every meeting.
I could count on one hand how many times Clark attended or how many meetings the board scheduled.
Mr. Robert Smith came into the room last and sat at the far end of the table.
He had barely looked at me as he wore a concerning look on his face.
He took In a deep breath as he had now lifted his head. “Ms. August, how are you feeling?”
I smiled. “I feel great. I think I’ve found ways to—”
He held his hand up and swiped through papers. “Is Jesaiah August kin to you?” he asked.
A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. “Yes, that is correct.”
“He is a member of Chi Kappa Chi fraternity?” he asked, but he knew the answer because he too was a member.
I nodded. Mr. Smith gave me a tight-lipped smile. “I hear they are bringing in a new line. Please be sure he acts accordingly. On behalf of Chi Kappa Chi, we do not condone hazing. Also, please be sure to—”
I respectfully cut him off. “I’ve been at the school long enough to know the rules, Mr. Smith.
I think my relationship with the students is far more tight-knit than Clark’s has ever been.
My nephew is his own person, and I cannot control his actions.
However, I will keep an eye on him. You all asked me to do a job, please allow me to do it. ”
I could see the only other lady on the board grin with pride. Mr. Smith cleared his throat. “So, what are your plans?”
I looked around the table as I explained.
“I have reached out to Hendricks.” I paused.
I knew Mr. Smith was familiar with him. “He has offered to make a large contribution to TSU. You said you were looking for funding. Also, we will have Black Excellence Day this year, which the Gray and Gold will host. I’ve opened an internship position in the dean’s office.
These are all baby steps, but this would show other universities and prospects that TSU is more than a hoodversity. ”
Mr. Smith chuckled. “Hoodversity, now that’s a good one.”
I was serious because that’s all TSU was. “I will leave you with this,” I started. “It’s simple mathematics, one plus one equals two. This will fall into place as it should. Have a great day,” I said as I stood from the table.
I left the conference room feeling good. Before I reached the exit, the sound of Robert calling out to me stopped me. “Ms. August, I’ve heard things about your nephew. Nip it in the bud. Don’t let him be your downfall. Clark will be returning soon, and if you want to keep this position, show us.”
Right then, I knew that I needed to truly have a sit-down with Jesaiah before it was too late. This told me that my worst fear was, in fact, true. My nephew was a tyrant.