As soon as he arrived in class, he went straight to his seat to avoid everyone. He wasn’t scared of them, at least not anymore. He just wanted to live his life in peace. After what happened that day, he felt a bit off looking at his classmates in their faces. He had no energy for unnecessary stress. “Hey church rat! Nice clothes. Bet you usedYour donation to get yourself new clothes!” Someone suddenly spoke from the back. Oh, not again. Nathan sighed and facepalmed. But he was relaxed and didn’t panic like before. He simply closed his eyes as he was already tired from yesterday’s event. He didn’t want to entertain more stress. All he wanted was to attend lectures and return home. After contemplating for a while back at home, Nathan really wanted to simply put on his old outfit. The urge to wear the new clothes he bought was not there. Again, he knew it would bring attention to himself. Either negatively or positively. But he went ahead to wear it. And he was right. “He’s
“You are all aware that every year, we host a prestigious inter-university event to promote collaboration and unity among students. This year, I'm thrilled to announce that our university has been selected to organise the event. It's a significant opportunity for us to showcase our talents, network with students from other institutions, and contribute to a noble cause." The class erupted in excited murmurs, eager to learn more about the upcoming event. Their excitement was basically derived from knowing that whenever these events were hosted, they would get to meet and connect with students from various schools and most importantly, they would get to showcase their wealth to over 5000+ students. Professor Dylan continued, "The theme of this year's event will be ‘Empowering Orphans, Building Dreams.' We'll be hosting a charity gala where proceeds will go towards funding educational initiatives for underprivileged children in our different orphanages." “For many years now, the NECA
“What we’re you thinking, Fred? Do you want everyone to know who I am? Why didn’t you inform me before your arrival?” Nathan barked at Fredrick as they discussed in a secluded area of the school where no one would see them. “My sincere apologies, young master!” Fred bowed his head. “We were only here concerning the charity gala! Being your assistant for the time being, I had to be present. Miss Kamsi was here to represent you.” Fred explained and Nathan calmed down. Besides, no one knew they were connected. “Young master, I overheard the mockery concerning the birthday of Amanda. Why would you let them mock you? We own 60% shares in Mr. Lynch’s company. Just say the word and we will buy back all shares and his business will crumble till it’s out of existence!” Fred enamored. He knew that Nathan was down to earth and did not crave attention. Yet, this was beyond mockery. This was an insult to the Reed empire, and everyone who laughed at him must pay dearly. “Dear Fredrick. Le
Nathan turned around and behind him was a lady. A pretty lady. Her appearance was wonderful even in the dimly lit dining room. She wore a uniform. A soft grey T-Shirt complimented by a 3-quarter black cotton skirt, and above her neatly tailored dress, she wore an apron. This could only mean one thing. She was a worker here. Perhaps a bartender or a waitress. So how on Earth did she get his contact? For as long as he could recall, he had not given his number to any soul aside from a few of his course mates. But this lady looked very familiar to Nathan. Nathan strained his eyes as he tried to recollect the details about the lady’s face as it was very familiar. He had seen her somewhere. Was it her enchanting smile? Her humble composure? “Oh, hi, Miss. Do I know you?” Nathan asked mildly. Immediately she went on her knees and began to thank Nathan with so much enthusiasm and gratitude that some people began poke nosing. “I’m Abigail Foster. I am the artist who created the
“And who are you, young man? How did you get in here and who offered you a seat here?” The manager turned his rage to Nathan who was now standing and commanding respect. Nathan didn’t say a word in return. He simply dipped his hand in his pocket, took his wallet and showed the man his Diamond membership card. “I don’t believe you! You stole that card. Or it’s fake!” The man resisted and before Nathan could blink twice, the man stretched out and snatched the Diamond card from Nathan’s hand and without examining it properly, he broke the card in half. Nathan sighed. He was boiling with rage at this point because even after showing the Diamond card to this mad dog, he still didn’t believe him. But he remained calm and let the storm pass by. Silence, they say, is the best answer given to a fool. “You are a thief! You dare challenge me? So you think you can come here and show off what you don’t have? Do you realize that you are in D Royals premium section and it is only meant f
“You are fired, Draco. Come over to my office after this and claim your sack letter.” The man spoke rashly. Mr. Fernando was a well built man. He was feared by all his workers, young and old. He was known to be a no nonsense man. He even made sure he tolerated no malarkey garbage from his own daughter, Selene. The only people who Mr. Fernando paid his utmost respect to were his clients, customers and his superiors. So, seeing Mr. Fernando dash out of his office in such heat of anger made everyone wonder if truly Nathan was an elite player afterall. “Boss, with all due respect, you have been fooled. This man here is nothing but a scam and a fraud. He stole our membership card and eats our luxurious meals. He should be put in prison!” Draco tried to defend his pride, not wanting to be embarrassed by a ‘commoner’. But his words only angered Mr. Fernando more. “How dare you! The man standing before you has over 80% shares in this company. He is a Reed and he has threatened to s
“It’s her! It’s Abigail Benson!” “Yes! She was the winner of the art-fashion auction!” “Is it really her?” “Damn! She is a goddess. Is she this rich?” “Hell yeah. I heard someone bid her work for over $5 million! The person must have also contacted her!” “Who even invited her to this party? She is in GoldVine college. How did she know? She looks like a goddess! “Dave must have invited her. Dave really has a wealthy circle. She’s so rich!” David noticed that attention soon diverted from him and Amanda and was now flying towards Abigail. He didn’t know so much about Abigail, but he heard the news that her work was bought for over $5 million for just a pair of sneakers. He wondered who the buyer would be and most importantly, how rich this Abigail was. “Everyone! It’s with my utmost respect and pleasure that I welcome the 3rd beauty goddes in GoldVine University. I’m glad she accepted my invite.” David spoke up, breaking the dense silence. Everyone began to cheer th
Heavy dense gasps filled the air, enhancing the blunt silence that erupted from the crowd. Everyone watched what would happen next. And then Nathan pulled out his gift. It was a bouquet. He dropped the flower and frowned. “Oh crap! What has Nathan gotten himself into?” Neil whispered and shut his eyes in shame for his friend. “I thought he said he wasn’t going to make it! Now dude’s about to get messed up again!” Marcus agreed. They were both feeling bad for Nathan already. He has put himself in the spotlight and is now about to embarrass himself. Suddenly, a loud laughter from David broke through the silence and echoed in the bar. Every other person began to laugh loudly at Nathan too. “Flowers? He brought flowers? Has he no shame? First, he had the guts to come here with Abigail, now, he is attempting to steal Amanda?” “He thinks this is a birthday party for losers!” “Maybe he thinks it's a gift for Amanda, but it’s actually a tribute for his funeral! I wonder what Da