CHAPTER 215: WHY IS HE MORE EAGER THAN HER?

(Author’s POV)

"Whom are you looking for?" Sandra questioned, when she saw an unidentified man on her doorsteps with formal wear and suitcase.

The man gave her a curt smile and asked, "Is Ms. Myra Miracle at home right now?"

Sandra became alert. She counter questioned him with a, "Why do you want to meet my daughter?"

The man wasn’t fazed away by her stern tone. He just replied, "I have something to give to her. Can you please call Ms. Miracle for me?"

Sandra was about to question further when Myra came downstairs, "Mom, I heard the doorbell, who ...... is~," she stopped when she saw who it was. She made a beeline towards the entrance and asked with a puzzling expression, "Mr. Grey, why are you here?"

Her mother’s right brow arched at Myra’s words, "You know who this .... Gentleman is?"

"Ohhh~ my, I am so sorry. Mom, this is Mr. Oliver Grey, Mr. Yates Senior’s secretary," she introduced him to her mother and then asked him to come inside, "Mr. Greg, please come in."

Oliver declined her offer politely, nodded at Sandra, cleared his throat and said, "Just a glass of water would be fine." After knowing that Oliver was Garry’s man, she went inside to get him water.

Seeing that the coast was clear, Oliver said his piece, "Ms. Miracle, these are the ’documents’ regarding the scholarship program you will be needing." He took out a sealed folder and extended it towards Myra.

Myra’s mouth twitched. It was not even an hour since she messaged Garry Yates and instead of giving her a simple reply, he sent his secretary to deliver the contract. ’Mr. Yates is more eager than me?’ she thought.

Oliver then said, "CEO Yates, have left a message for you. The other things you mentioned in your text, he has already sorted them out. Everything will be settled by tomorrow. And your and your family’s flight is scheduled for day after tomorrow."

Myra couldn’t help but look at him with sheer bewilderment. "Day after tomorrow, why so soon? Why is Mr. Yates so eager to send me to Esteria?" She verbalized her thoughts to him, with a startled expression.

He simply smiled in return and said, "You will have to speak with CEO Yates about it."

Sandra came out with a glass of water. He took a sip and then muttered, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Miracle. I will be taking my leave now. Hope you have a great day, Ms. Miracle, Mrs. Miracle." He turned around and walked out, his posture erect and elegant.

Myra clutched the folder in her hand as she looked at Oliver’s receding figure. Sandra’s words pulled her back, "Why did Mr. Yates Senior’s secretary come to speak to you?" She had a look of confusion.

"Ohhh~ ...... He came to give me some important documents required to apply for scholarship. Yelena must have sent him," they both went inside. "By the way, mom. Where is dad?" She changed the subject.

"He went to his colleague’s place. To talk about, his early retirement," Sandra conveyed. "It has been almost an hour and half. He must be coming home anytime soon."

As soon as she completed her words, William came home with an odd expression etched on his face. Shock. Confusion.

"Ah~ there he is. Honey, what happened, why do you look like you have seen a ghost in broad daylight? Did something happen? Did he make difficult for you?" Sandra fired a flurry of questions as if it was a rapid fire game.

Myra got up, went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. When she came out, she heard, "It is quite odd. When I told him about my decision, he didn’t seem smug like his usual self or even happy. He has been pinning me for months for this, so I thought he would throw a sarcastic jab at me, but he did nothing like that ..." he paused.

Sandra uttered, "Maybe, because you have agreed with the terms and finally backed down, he is just showing basic curtsy."

"Maybe you are right, dear. But ..... there is one more thing that is troubling me," he said with a serious face.

"What is it?" Sandra tensed up at his words.

"When I told him, that I want to speed up the process. He conveyed that it has already been done and we will receive all the benefits and everything by tomorrow without any hitch. Usually, these types of things take minimum ten days to a month to get processed but~" he exhaled a sigh. "I don’t know. I just feel something is up with him."

Myra flinched. She had an inkling of who might be behind this speed up. As Oliver Grey told her earlier, Garry had already taken care of things. She composed herself, walked out and said, "Dad, didn’t you say your colleague has been urging you to quit. Maybe he was waiting for your approval and had prepared everything else in advance."

"Myra is right or why else would he even do us a favor. He was so eager to make you retire early," Sandra backed Myra’s words.

Though, William was still skeptical of the whole situation, he nodded because there wasn’t any other explanation to it.

Myra excused herself to her room. She wanted to check the contract terms.

As she ascended the stairs. She heard her mother’s voice, saying, "Tomorrow, we need to go the Wendy’s school as well."

She got inside her room and locked the door behind her. Walking towards her bed, she saw her phone’s screen lighting up. So, she checked and as she expected there was a message from Garry, "Ms. Miracle, my secretary must have delivered the folder to you. Inside, there is the official contract and all the other paperwork regarding your sister’s new school."

"Wendy’s new school?" Myra muttered, when another message popped up, "When you have gone through with the terms and clauses, sign it. My secretary will collect it by tomorrow."

Myra blinked once, twice, three times. He didn’t write anything about clause negotiations. So, that meant, whether she liked any term or not, she will have to accept it.

Not wasting any more time, she unzipped the folder and took out its contents.

There was fancy looking school brochure of Esteria’s most prestigious school, The Paragon Academy. The more Myra looked at it the more astonished she was. The place was on the same level as Red Stone, if not better. After all, it was one of the affiliates of the said university.

She then took out other documents. All the paperwork was completed, as Garry had mentioned. ’I guess, money can get you anything,’ she thought.

At last, she took out the notarized contract and started reading the clauses. It wasn’t lengthy nor was it complicated. There was not a single term that looked like a trap. But that was what unsettled Myra even more. ’Why is Garry Yates being so helpful to me and my family? He even acquired the information about my ...... the people I am related to by blood. I just feel there is something he is not tell me?’

But as Myra had no choice, to keep her family safe, she had to agree with Garry’s terms for now. Releasing a heavy breath, she took the pen and proceeded to sign the contract, her hands shaking involuntarily.

That’s when her phone started buzzing, distracting her. She saw the caller’s name and when she read the name she pressed her lips tightly. It was from Nora.

The phone screen dulled and went off as the call ended. She wanted to pick up and ask about Nora and her brother’s health but she stopped herself just in time. Her phone buzzed again and again and again.

In the end, she did pick up the call, but her voice remained flat, "Hello."

"Hello, Myra. Mm~ .... I was just ..... I mean, you called me yesterday and then I called .... But your phone was switch off ...... Umm~ ...... I heard from mom .... You must have been anxious," Nora fumbled with her words.

"I already had a conversation with Sara last night about it," Myra stated matter of factly.

"You did? That’s good. Uhhh~ ... I just wanted to tell you that brother Brave is fine and has finally woken up," Nora informed her.

"It is good that he is finally awake. If there is nothing else, I will be~," Myra said.

"Wait~ ... umm~ ..... how ... how have you been? How is Sandra and William doing? How is Wendy?" Nora asked hesitantly.

"I am doing better. Mom and dad are fine as well and so is Wendy. Thank you for your concern," Myra answered formally.

There was a long silence from the other end. When Nora didn’t speak, Myra muttered, "I have something to do," and ended the call.

Myra knew her attitude and tone may not have sounded rude but it wasn’t like old times. She didn’t wanted to give Nora false hope.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .