Except for me, no faculty attended.
Mathur was in “bloviation” mode. There weren't many questions, so he held forth.
Fearful employees nodded subtly. The sound of his voice reverberated in the empty room with its high ceiling and odd blackness.
After a few minutes, I just got outa there.
Later, I asked someone how it went after I left. They said, “His mask slipped.” For a moment, the real Raghu was in full ghastly view.
REMEMBER that email two days ago? The one from Mathur that “encouraged” the colleges to “add any comments about the inclusion of the District...Response...as deemed appropriate, particularly if such additions would enable the accreditation chairs to appropriately include their signatures on the reports”?
The team at IVC did just that. IVC's chief Accred writer added two brief paragraphs that explained the facts concerning the district's inclusion of the “response.” That, of course, is just what it would take to get those signatures.
That's all.
Guess what?
Mathur rejected them.

BUT I SEE THE FUTURE. I see a dark time ahead for Raghu and his patrons. Angry commissioners. Peevish goblins. Foul incubi. Wakeful, sweaty Mathurian nights.
Spooky, ain't it?