Bassim
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I'm wondering if "in question" can be used in my sentence. Have I made any mistakes? I am not sure if "you're like a brother to me" natural.
Professor Philips' promotion was in question after a woman called the dean, saying that two years before, while she was a student, Professor Philips sexually assaulted her on a couple of occasions. The dean had no choice but to summon the professor, and he told him that a full investigation would be carried out after which a decision would be taken regarding the promotion.
Visibly shaken and upset, Professor Philips said, "George, we have known each other for more than thirty years. Surely, you don't believe that vile cow who only wants to destroy my career."
The dean put his hand on his shoulder. "David, you're like a brother to me. I'd give my blood for you, but I have to follow the rules. Have a week or two of leave of absence until the storm passes and you'll see that everything will be OK."
David gave him a tired look--a look of a broken man. "I've been teaching for decades. I've more respect for me students than for my own children, and then I hear this accusation. You lose faith in humanity, George." His voice cracked. He heaved himself out of a chair and turned to the door as if in a daze.
"David, take it easy. We all know what kind of a man you are," said the dean, but the professor didn't hear him or couldn't hear him because his mind was somewhere else. He closed the door quietly and then shuffled down the long corridor with tears brimming in his eyes. The groups of laughing and chatting students who he passed by were stunned to silence. They gave each other questioning looks and shook their heads.
Professor Philips' promotion was in question after a woman called the dean, saying that two years before, while she was a student, Professor Philips sexually assaulted her on a couple of occasions. The dean had no choice but to summon the professor, and he told him that a full investigation would be carried out after which a decision would be taken regarding the promotion.
Visibly shaken and upset, Professor Philips said, "George, we have known each other for more than thirty years. Surely, you don't believe that vile cow who only wants to destroy my career."
The dean put his hand on his shoulder. "David, you're like a brother to me. I'd give my blood for you, but I have to follow the rules. Have a week or two of leave of absence until the storm passes and you'll see that everything will be OK."
David gave him a tired look--a look of a broken man. "I've been teaching for decades. I've more respect for me students than for my own children, and then I hear this accusation. You lose faith in humanity, George." His voice cracked. He heaved himself out of a chair and turned to the door as if in a daze.
"David, take it easy. We all know what kind of a man you are," said the dean, but the professor didn't hear him or couldn't hear him because his mind was somewhere else. He closed the door quietly and then shuffled down the long corridor with tears brimming in his eyes. The groups of laughing and chatting students who he passed by were stunned to silence. They gave each other questioning looks and shook their heads.
