Smitten my heart

in's

. and as boring as it could be, i rounded up with it sooner

t to the middle of their questions, even though i came late into the examination hall. this was

distraction caused by my phone made me to be unaware of my surroundings until i almost bumped into someone of which my atten

e, who was some inch below my eye level. it seemed like he comi

mine, a smile flickered across his face of which i reciprocated, although mine tur

nicknamed by the students for years now, to be his uniform. but he never gave a damn about the students'

him that it wasn't bad. He possibly could have guessed the outcome of my exam, but he still ch

you in my office Hardin" c

plied putting on the

arking lot and I trailed hi

-

nce we got to his office. I had maintained eye contact with him from where I have been sitting opposite hi

es. but he knew how it had always turned out whenever we talked about it, so that could be the reason he had refrai

to gain my attention which I

henever he's about to bring up an important discussion. he is among the biggest investors in my dad's company and that had made him and my dad to be real

ster didn't make any significant difference from the previou

ut with a scoff. he seemed to have overheard

you come again?" he said and curio

es. are they really necessary?" in

ernly. "is that not why you came to oxfo

education?" I questioned rhetorically. " I

k so?" his brows a

. So would those students be said to have a good education

the so-called good grades don't really have any sign

ack by my words

jobless. So what's really the need of having good grad

ugh he is really smart, I still got a way of cornering him, which I just did.

g to his office door. but his voice prevented me from tilting the doo

e said "i got a call from your fath

t exam in oxford. so that means tha

information kept replaying in my head. so dad won't give up on his wish of me returning to america? with that thought in my m

*

nowing that some beer could help in relieving the stress, i took a can of beer fr

he chillness of the beer made it to be a bit harsh as it went down my throat, although that was

nt to my window to have a peep on what had been generating the loud music. Then I saw that it was coming from a party which wa

es back then also did parties similar to that, and it was somehow fun. the party started reminding me of all my old time fellas. My old tim

e can of the beer that was in my hand so tight that it shrunk. With the raw rage already fuming

myself. to call my old time buddy, Madison, who was also my special secretary in my father's company, popped into my head. I ca

t as I searched for her contact. I dialed her contact whe

asked her about the company. but all she could say was tha

me out on this issue?!" I exclaimed since it seemed like everything that had been going on lately

d you call

r from you. you know it has

ome. so that we will be able to talk more ofte

my place?" I said through gritted teeth. Without waiting for her

en i fell to my bed on my back. staring at the ceiling, i tapped my fore

rica after all the persuasion I ha