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

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.

I strained my vocal cords, argued aggressively with Evelyn over the data, and even slammed my hand on the table.

I finally managed to shut her up, but my advisor threw my draft straight into…