Christal Russell was reprimanded and finally settled down.
Mr. Quincy and Mrs. Quincy took turns expressing their care for Ian Quincy, asking about his studies abroad. Ian answered every question thrown his way.
Mr. Quincy felt immensely gratified. After two years of tempering, his son had not only become more composed but also much more patient. "Are you absolutely sure about staying on at the university to teach? If you're interested in my line of work, I can ask some connections to pull a few strings."
"I'm sure," Ian replied decisively. "I don't have the slightest interest in your line of work."
The thing he loathed the most was competing with a bunch of people over seniority and playing mind games. Of course, academia had its fair share of politics too, but comparatively speaking, it was far purer.
