h4Chapter 251: You Have To Attend/h4

    (Myra’s POV)

    ’Ugh~ . I feel so drowsy today,’ I stifled a yawn as I widened my eyes even more, to focus on the board and the professor in front of me. I was having a hard time concentrating on the lecture. It is maybe because I woke up in the middle,st night. ’That damned unknown voice, keeps pestering me in my sleep.’

    But, in this situation, I cannot do anything as I am seated in the center of the front row, my go to spot and the most noticeable ce in the ssroom.

    On normal days, it helps me keep focus, I can listen to the lectures well, without any disturbance and I can see the board clearly. But today, every passing second feels like a millennium to me. ’Arghhh~ is it not ten thirty yet?’

    I checked the time. It showed ten minutes past ten. ’Tsk ... there are still twenty minutes left. Why does Prof. Mitchell’s voice sound so discordant and nasally today? Has his voice always been like that or am I drained to the point that everything feels annoying?

    The worst thing is, I can’t even ck off like my fellow ssmates. And if I do even try something, Oswald Mitchell will surely be after my case.’ I was finding it hard to keep my eyes open, all of a sudden, I felt my phone vibrating.

    ’So, as I was saying, the core principle that managerial economists use to achieve the above purposes are~’ Prof. Mitchell’s voice echoed as he went on and on. Stealthily, I checked the message while, keeping an eye on him and his movements.

    It was Yelena, her text said, "Thekeside has turned into a meet and greet venue, *blush emoji* * stiflingugh emoji*,"

    ’Meet and greet? Is some idol group visiting our college? I didn’t know,’ I was confused by her message as I replied with multiple question marks.

    Her reply came immediately, "There are few drop dead gorgeous, total knock out guys, in here and the ce, has been buzzing. Ahh~ ...... my eyes, they are blessed. They are debonair. Come as soon as the ss is over, ahh~."

    ’Heh, here she goes again, with her obsession with ’gorgeous, handsome hunks.’ What is she onto this time? Guys, guys, guys .... What should I do with her,’ I scoffed reading her message. I was about to type in a reply but before I could do that, I heard someone calling for me.

    I looked at the source of the voice and, right in front of me, there stood, Prof. Mitchell with his face all scrunched up. He bored his eyes at me with disapproval, as he crossed his arms and asked, "I have been calling for you Ms. Miracle. What is so interesting that you are scorning inside my ss rather than listening to the lecture, Ms. Miracle? May I know?"

    I instantly kept my phone hidden in the desk’s storage area and got up, "I did not scorn, Prof. Mitchell. I apologize."

    "Ohh~ ... you did not?" this time, he scorned as he questioned, "So, what was I exining earlier? Can you tell us all?" He put in the spotlight, ready to chew me alive.

    I pursed my lips tightly and with a side nce, I saw Nigel poking fun at me while gesturing with a cut throat signal. His lip-sync said, ’You are so done for. You waterless, filthy fish.’

    I ignored him and shifted my gaze back to the professor, as I started, "You were exining to us, about the core principles used by managerial economists to achieve optimization of decision making and analyzing the possible effects and implications on it," I spoke, trying to sound confident, but my legs, they were shaking.

    He gave me a look full of skepticism. With his tongue poking his inner cheek, he fired another question, "And was those principles? We already discussed the first two."

    "The first principle is to monitor operations management and performance. The second is targeting and setting goals and thest one is talent management and development," I concluded, my voice clear.

    He stared at me for quite a while and then exhaled a sigh, "Sit down and concentrate on the ss or I will confiscate your phone. Or worse, I will give you a demerit point, got it," his words were full of warning as he turned around.

    I nodded and settled inside my seat, my legs giving away. I could still feel my hands trembling. ’I just made yet another narrow escape from those damned demerit points. Thank goodness, I already memorized this topic earlier.’ I fist pumped internally.

    Prof. Mitchell went about his business, but every now and then he would give me a brief stare. To be more specific, he was keeping an eye on me. Soon, the time was up and I thanked god, inside my head, "Finally ... thank god, it’s over.’

    But my joy was short lived as Oswald Mitchell called out to me while holding a stack of books, "Ms. Miracle,e to my office in ten." His words were firm, which clearly meant he would chew me out.

    My eyes widened at his words, ’Shit ...... here goes my luck into the dumpster. He is surely going to reprimand me. No, if he only reprimands, then it wouldn’t be a problem but if he shoots me with that gun loaded with demerit points~ ... I am so done for.’

    I packed my things hastily and got out of the ss, ’If only I wasn’t texting on my phone.’ Realizing something, I mumbled, ’Ohh~ ... I should probably message Yelena I will bete. Otherwise, she will be worried.’

    So, I texted her, "Prof. Mitchell called for me. Will bete."

    "Did you get in trouble?" her reply came.

    "Hopefully .... Not. Pray for me," I messaged her, closed my phone’s disy and kept it in my pocket.

    Holding my bag steady, I sprinted towards the Office building for the professors, which was at some distance from my department. I reached the ground floor and saw that the elevator had a ’under maintenance’ sign and the other one was full and had already had its door shut. It would definitely take some time for it toe back. I cannot wait.

    Oswald Mitchell’s office is on the third floor, so I didn’t have any choice left and I dashed towards the staircase, hopping on it to minimize the distance.

    Somehow, I reached outside his office, all huffing and panting. I checked the time, thank goodness, I still had one minute left. I knocked on the door and his crisp voice came from inside, "Come in."

    I calmed myself down, took a deep long breath and rxed, as I entered the room, "Prof. Mitchell, you called for me earlier." I tried to sound as rxed and calm as possible.

    He was settled in his chair. The ss table was stacked with A4 size sheets, probably his research papers, and there were two big piles of books. The top most from the first one was theoretical analysis of Managerial Economics and the other one was on Business Management.

    Oswald Mitchell gave me a hard nce for a few seconds without uttering a word. I stood rooted on the spot, with my fist clenched, my breath hitched.

    Then he started, "Yes, I did. I have something to say to you."

    "I apologize for my earlier misconduct Prof~ ... I won’t repeat again~ ... Please~" I mumbled unconsciously as I was filled with guilty conscience.

    "Ms. Myra Miracle, you should let the other person finish their words. Don’t you know such basic thing," he reprimanded. His voice wasn’t loud but it sure was edgy. "As I was saying, you got the highest score in Corporate Finance and Economicsst semester. And you topped the ss as well, right?"

    I blinked at him and answered mechanically, "Yes, I did."

    "In two days’ time, the university is going to conduct a seminar. Chairman Larson and few influential figures will be attending it. As you achieved the top score, you are required to attend it. It is mandatory. The venue is the seminar hall one of ’The Crown Opulence’. The seminar will begin at eleven a.m. So, make sure, to dress ordingly," he concluded, giving me a once over.

    "Huhh?" I was dumbfounded by his words, ’What did he say? Seminar in The Crown Opulence? I have to attend? So, he hasn’t called to scold me.’

    "What? Did you not understand my words, Ms. Miracle?" he questioned, his elbows resting on the table, with his hands resting on his chin.

    "No, I~ ...... I will be there on time," I answered his, I could feel my voice was a bit high pitched.

    "You may take your leave now," he dismissed me.

    ’He is letting me off the hook?’ I was overjoyed by the sudden realization and the fact that I was amongst the chosen ones to attend such a prestigious seminar.

    I gave him a full ny degree bow and thank him, "Thank you, professor," and exited his room.

    To Be Continued . . . . . . . .