“You need to drop out of the program, Sarah,” he said before I reached the steps.

I stopped four feet away from him and kept my posture even.

“The schedule was finalized three weeks ago.”

“I don’t care about the schedule,” he said, taking a short step toward me.

“This commencement is supposed to be the public launch of my consulting firm.

I have four potential investors sitting in section B who came to see me get the business school honor.”

“Mother gave you forty thousand dollars from my college fund to cover your debt,” I said.