Law School Murders: You Will Succeed

Within two weeks, there would be a sentence connected to the murders of the frat boys. Kim lifted her lid to her coffee and blew. She still felt tense because no one had stepped forward in her classes that concerned her death threats. Normally, she would view it as a badge of honor. Now, though, she felt exposed.

Could the wannabe killer be sending her messages from outside her classroom? Could she be experiencing being a target of someone’s twisted gsme of showing her affection? If it was, it was one hell of a way of showing it.

Kim brought the full armor of reason on her everywhere she went. In total, she never wrung her hands or pulled her hair about it. She just signed more books, appeared on more panels, and delivered more speeches on behalf of her work.

She strode down the road with no bodyguards, no security and displayed an air of supreme confidence. The Marine in her said she’d fight. The cop in her said she’d fight. She let her conscience be her guide. She shook hands with a Marine Colonel.

“Good evening, sir,” she said as the leaves rustled.

“They’re all waiting for you.” They were a group of military officers from second lieutenant to general. She sat as the speaker addressed her as the baddest law professor in the land. Much applause followed.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is a pleasure to being standing before you. You all know what it’s like to be leaders no matter what’s on your shoulders and collars. Some of you have seen action in combat. Some of you will never know what it’s like, but you can still be an excellent leader.”

“With the power of the Internet, you can now connect with millions of people to let then know your message. I used the Internet as a tool when I was first commissioned. Now, as a lecturer and professor I still connect to millions. But it doesn’t have to be that much. You can talk with your units address your superiors with just a few taps on the screen.”

“After my service, I stayed in contact with the guys and gals from my unit. I wanted to know what they were thinking. What they were doing. Then I got caught up in the QR Murders. I wanted to be in the FBI and then I got caught up in two separate murders and came out with my honor clean. That’s the key to being a great leader. Looking out for number one is a part of that.” Some murmurs arose.

“That’s right. Being selfish means that you care for your unit. Because they’re your unit. You have to know what their boyfriend is planning for a dinner date. You have to know their mom’s birthday. The more you know about them, the greater understanding and bond you will share.”

“If you know your units, you will be granted greater access into the world of military discipline. You will know the difference between just showing up for work and engaging with the men and women around you. You will still be involved in the lives of the people who will be besides you outside of the wire. You’ll be ready to do battle and protect them because they will be like your own person. You will be ready to defend their lives like you would defend your own. This egoism is an offshoot of the eationality you must possess in a firefight or in an office setting. Experiences may vary.” Some laughs surfaced.

“Take your charge seriously and you will succeed.”