Great! The school board did not even hear my side of the story first before they could come up with a reasonable solution to the issue. None of them asked where I bought them. If it was bought in the local stores or private ones. Besides, they never explained to me what exactly happened, or at least reached out to me last night that something bad happened to the students after consuming them. Why do I feel there is more to the story than meets the eye? They all got to be kidding me. And what? Half a million dollars for each student who was affected? Twenty-five students multiplied by half a million dollars would probably cost me almost thirteen million dollars. Are they for real? On top of that, I know they feel disgusted with buying everything I was selling. So, why? "With all due respect, Mr. Dean, what kind of damage did I do to be penalized with that kind of amount, huh?" I debated. "How can a mere employee who earned a bare minimum afford to pay each of
"Rest assured they will drop by your office tomorrow, Mr. Fisher." The Dean replied with his smile reaching from end to end on his face. "Looking forward to working with the noblest most important person in New York City. Have a safe trip back to your office. Thank you for dropping by." "No big deal, Mr. Dean. Please, take good care of the students for me, especially Mr. Llamas." Dad replied. I approached Dad as soon as the Dean locked the door of his office. Dad and Mr. Randolph furrowed the second I stood in front of them as though they saw someone who rose from the land of the dead. "Aren't you supposed to be in your class right now?" Dad blurted before he turned his face back to the Dean's Office. Mr. Randolph and I followed him as he started walking away from the office. "What's the point of finishing my remaining class when I already knew I was expelled from this school, huh?" "Who said you are already expelled? Didn't you hear what I just said earlier
"A-what? Half a million dollars each? Are you fucking kidding me?" Augustine's voice rose in disbelief from the other line of the phone. It appears that his sleepiness vanished in an instant. It's a reassurance for me that he would agree to my pleading. This mission tonight, I cannot do this alone. Augustine was the one who sold my merchandise to those bastards the other night. And I couldn't stop my heightened senses from telling me that there was more to the story than meets the eye. Whatever that is, I have to unfold it. "What kind of poisoning was that when you have to pay that kind of amount? They only have normal stomach aches as far as I am concerned. It's not that bad. In fact, some of them even posted to their I*, F*, and Twitter accounts last night. It would be understandable if they were on the verge of death, don't you agree?" "Couldn't agree more." The cold air that I just ejected out of my nose and mouth steamed every corner of the car I was in. "That's why you have
"Sounds perfect, but we must not forget you still have your job in the morning, and I had mine in my uncle's ranch as well. One or two bottles will do. Besides, I'm not good at drinking alcohol." "Neither am I. But we have something to celebrate tonight. Two bottles of beer would be perfect for a cloudy night, don't you agree?" I agreed as I stepped onto the accelerator and sped up the car, heading to the convenience store near my condo. It was the same store where the man who helped me catch the stalker. He hadn't told me what he wanted yet. Never received a call or text from him even if I had already given him my business and personal cards. Luckily, he was on duty when Augustine and I dropped by. "Good evening! Welcome to... Oh, it's you again!" he said. "You came back." "This is the only convenience store nearest to my place, young man," I replied with a smile. "We'll buy beer. Wanna join us? I have been meaning to ask you about my proposal." Before the man could answer my p
"You're a man with a good heart, Zachary," she continued. "I know you would do everything to protect your son from getting humiliated and discriminated against by those people around him when he grows up. Your son needed a Mom. I will sell everything we own to come up with twenty billion dollars in exchange, you have to help our daughter remember everything. What do you think?" I looked deeper into Roger's eyes, digging into something - something that could answer all my questions and concerns about their unexpected visit. He barely breathes out a word every time our paths cross either in the Lincoln mansion or outside. Preferably, his words can reach out to me compared to his evil wife. We may have had fewer conversations in my entire stay in the Lincoln mansion, but I understand him better than anyone because he was simply a minion. Divina had him in his neck, so his voice barely mattered at home or even at work. He was more likely walking in my shoes. So, I prefer
"Careful with your words, Sebastian," Mr. Lincoln seconded. "We don't need to scare your best friend to agree with us. No matter what he decides, it is to our advantage. He could have read the terms and conditions of the contract before getting on our nerves." Indeed, I didn't read everything written in the contract when it had a lot of things to consider to begin with, but I trusted Jennie she did read and understand everything on my behalf. She will not allow something bad to happen to me. Despite all that, one thing I know was that whatever I decide will also be their disadvantage. Losing this mega project will not only lose them their credibility, but a huge opportunity too when it comes to money and connections. They are all fooling themselves for believing Dad will not pay for the penalty. I am his only son, the future of Fisher Group and Companies. "We're so sorry about it, Mr. and Mrs. Lincolns," Jennie replied on my behalf. "Mr. Llamas wasn't thinking straight
John Dave passed through me and didn't say a word about what happened between me and Sebastian. Jennie must not know about it. But he looked me in the eye as soon as he settled in his desk. It was the kind of stare that told me he was bothered and irritated toward me for doing nothing earlier. "Do you think I can make it before class? I mean, I must not skip class today because we have exams." I replied before grabbing my backpack and tailed her to the nearest elevator. "Don't worry, I have seen the program already, Mr. Fisher." Jennie attempted to grab my backpack but I refused. "Right after the ribbon cutting, you're free to go." "That's good to hear, Ms. Pineda." I humbly said back. "Thank you for all the things you have done for me since I got back to my family." "Don't mention it. I was simply doing my job. Needless to say, you have done more for me, and I haven't thanked you for that. Thank you." Jennie extended her response with a humble smile. Jennie
Everyone around me was now considered my enemies, even my parents who never sided with me to begin with. A part of me wanted to just quit everything I was doing; run away from home again, quit my job in Dad's company, leave everything behind, and drop out of school to start a new life with Noah in the countryside. However, I didn't have the luxury to do any of those things anymore. Everyone was already involved with everything I did, including my son. I need to have my master's degree before leaving everything behind. Secondly, I need to have custody of my son if I want to run away. "Let me send you to school, Young Master." Mr. Randolph opened the door of the car and hopped into the driver's seat. Left with no other choice, I hopped into the backseat and closed my eyes to avoid making conversation with Mr. Randolph. If my instinct was not mistaken, Dad sent him to keep an eye on me after walking out of the banquet. "Are you alright, Young Master?" he began maki