Michael Bloomberg, and he's none too pleased

To Mackenzie's horror, the man in the middle of the group was an imposing Michael Bloomberg.

The silence in the room was deafening for the next several seconds. Mackenzie considered getting her towel from the table, but figured it was much too late for that and would only make her situation worse. So, she just stared back at the crowd like a deer in the headlights, forgetting all about her exams for a while.

"What is the meaning of all this?!?!" Bloomberg flustered about, "I thought this campus didn't tolerate such behavior."

"Oh, we don't," the dean reassured him before giving a withering glare to Mackenzie, "we don't..."

"I'll make sure that everyone in the whole world knows about this!" Bloomberg started dialing the number for the chief editor at Bloomberg news.

"Wait-wait-wait!" the dean tried to stop him as a heavyset fellow whom Mackenzie instantly recognized charged up to her.

"You're coming with me, slut!" Jack Feldman's voice oozed with malice as he yanked Mackenzie by the elbow and handcuffed her behind her back, leading her out the lounge and away from her towel and exams while Chris watched silently.

"Wait, my exams!" the redhead cried out.

"Oh, trust me," Feldman replied, "those are the last things you should be worried about!"