My Predator Advisor Ruined My Career, So I Exposed His Darkest Secret

My advisor hated that I never spoke up in class. He much preferred Evelyn Ward, my smooth-talking peer from the adjacent lab who was a master at playing the room.

To force me to "open up," he set a ridiculous rule: during our weekly lab meetings, my presentation had to be delivered at over eighty decibels. If I failed to do so, he refused to sign off on my thesis.

For the first meeting, I practically yelled my report.

He claimed my voice was trembling too much and handed my research data over to Evelyn.

For the second meeting, I popped a throat lozenge beforehand.