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Professor Said Mathematicians Failed 50 Years — But Truant Freshman Girl Cracked It in Class

Professor Said Mathematicians Failed 50 Years — But Truant Freshman Girl Cracked It in Class

Chapter 23

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"I did some digging," Sterling continued. "There's an old online archive—academic forums from years back, discussions of unsolved conjectures. I found similar notation there, old posts, unattributed."That wasn't entirely true: the forum existed, but the notation didn't match nearly as closely as Sterling claimed. But he said it with total confidence, and confidence, more often than people like to admit, was mistaken for truth."If she copied this from somewhere," Sterling said, "that's academic dishonesty. That's grounds for disciplinary action."Ridgeway looked at the photograph a moment longer. "And if she didn't copy it from a forum," he said slowly, "where do you suppose it actually came from?"Sterling shrugged. "Does it matter? The notation is the notation."It mattered a great deal, though Sterling had no way of understanding why, or how close he was standing to the edge of something far older than his own career. Ridgeway was thinking of the folder in his drawer. He was thinking of a face in an old photograph he hadn't looked at in years. He was thinking, more than anything, of what would happen to fifty years of reputation if the wrong question got asked in front of the wrong people in exactly nine days, in front of every colleague who had ever looked up to him."Write it up," he said finally, formally. "I'll take it to the dean myself."Sterling smiled, satisfied. He didn't notice that Ridgeway's hands, folded on the desk, were not entirely steady. He didn't notice that the older man's eyes kept drifting, almost against his will, toward the folder sitting closed on the corner of the desk. He only saw an opportunity: a chance to remove a threat to his own future. And he took it without asking a single question about whether it was true. That was the thing about people who had learned to protect themselves at all costs: eventually, they stopped noticing the cost was being paid by someone else.He left the office feeling lighter than he had in days, already imagining how this would look in his file when the department considered who should inherit Ridgeway's chair. He did not imagine, even once, what it would look like from Ren's side of the accusation.It wasn't until later that night, lying awake in his own apartment, that a small, unwelcome thought finally found him. He kept seeing her face when he'd grabbed the notebook that first day in class: not fear, something closer to grief, like he'd taken something far more personal than an object. He told himself it didn't matter: evidence was evidence, rules were rules. But sleep didn't come easily that night, and it wouldn't again for several nights after—though Sterling would never quite admit that to anyone, least of all himself.Three days later, Ren was called to the Office of Academic Integrity. She had no idea why until she was already sitting across from a woman named Dean Whitlow, a formal letter placed on the desk between them. Dean Whitlow was younger than most of the faculty, sharp-eyed, known around campus for being fair even when fair wasn't the popular choice."Miss Hartman," Dean Whitlow said, "a complaint has been filed against you. Suspected plagiarism of academic work."Ren felt the floor tilt slightly beneath her. "I'm sorry, what?""Professor Ridgeway submitted concerns, supported by evidence from Mr. Doyle, that certain mathematical work you presented in class may not be original."
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