Chapter 5 part 1
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GODRIC'S POV
The meeting was finally winding down, and to no one's surprise, there were no objections to keeping us all in our respective positions. It was almost amusing how smoothly it had gone. As I stood at the front, scanning the room, my gaze landed on Efrick—lounging at the edge of the stage like he had all the time in the world. That guy… He hadn’t even bothered standing up to contribute. Meanwhile, I had practically talked myself hoarse. Typical.
Not that it really mattered. I wasn’t about to let anything get to me—especially not today. Not when I had something much more interesting to focus on.
My brand-new secretary.
Aphrodite.
And before anyone gets the wrong idea, let me be clear: I’m not some kind of shameless predator. But let’s be real—how could I not be a little affected? She had this quiet allure, this presence that demanded attention without even trying. And here I was, forced to interact with her. Daily. Professionally. As her superior.
Heh.
Good luck to me.
I shoved my hands into my pockets, allowing myself a smirk. I could keep my charm under control. Probably.
The auditorium had been a decent choice for our meeting. The Civil Engineering department had grown in numbers, which was both a good and bad thing. Good because it meant more prestige, bad because… well, let’s just say not all of them looked like they belonged in a college classroom. Some looked more like they had stumbled in from a construction site—or, worse, off the streets. But whatever. The fewer the competition, the better. Less eye-catching people meant more attention on me.
Not arrogance. Just facts.
But before anyone thinks I thrive on empty admiration, let me clarify—I want people to notice me for what I actually do. Not because of my mom’s celebrity status. That’s the real goal. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.
The meeting wrapped up, and as the students began to file out, I made a move.
"Newly elected officers and representatives, stay behind for a moment. I need to go over a few things."
The others started trickling out, but I could still hear the hushed giggles of some girls lingering in the back. I wasn’t new to this kind of attention. The froshies were the loudest—freshmen, and already, they knew who I was. It was inevitable.
I gave out my number, then turned to Megame Colonel, our PIO (and Efrick’s cousin), instructing her to gather everyone else's contacts as well. Once that was done, I set the ground rules:
“I don’t want anyone texting me about my personal life. The only reason I’m giving you my number is for official organizational matters. If you need updates or have concerns about the org, text me directly. And for the love of all things holy, do NOT spread my number around.”
It was the perfect excuse.
Aphrodite had no choice but to give me her number.
I watched as the crowd began dispersing. But her? She was still there, completely unaware of what was about to happen. I caught her wrist before she could leave, not too forcefully, just enough to make her stop.
"Wait," I said, lowering my voice. "I need your number. I want to explain the format of your reports."
Smooth, right?
I quickly let go, not wanting to make things awkward, and handed her my phone.
“Ah, sure,” she said casually, typing her number in before returning my phone and walking away.
Victory.
But of course, the universe couldn’t let me bask in my moment of triumph for long.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
That voice.
I turned, already bracing myself for whatever nonsense was about to come out of Efrick’s mouth. Sure enough, he was approaching, Meg laughing beside him.
“What’s this? ‘You need to explain the report format’? Really? You thought that was slick? Man, you are so obvious!” he teased, grinning like the devil himself.
“Shut up,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Mind your business. If you want to chase after Alyssa, go ahead. I didn’t do anything wrong. Leave me alone before I actually get mad.”
Meg, always the mediator, patted my shoulder. “Relax, Godric. You know he’s just messing with you. But honestly? That was a pretty smooth move. Maybe a little too smooth.”
“Hilarious.”
She laughed. “Hey, I’m just saying! It’s almost like you’re a professional fixer, or a… manager of some sort.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” I muttered dryly, giving Efrick a light smack on the back of the head.
“Alright, alright, let’s get out of here before I get a headache from all your smacking,” Efrick grumbled, rubbing his head.
We made our way to the parking lot, where our cars were waiting. Each of us had our own. Efrick climbed into his sleek, sporty ride, Meg into hers, and me? I slid into my pristine white Porsche.
There was no way I was letting anyone outshine me in style.
By the time I pulled into our private subdivision, the guards already had the gates open. Our house—Villa Kristene—stood at the far end of the neighborhood, large and imposing. It was three times the size of the average home, towering at three floors high, complete with security personnel, housemaids, and everything in between.
Dad was a CEO in the entertainment industry. Mom? A former actress turned model and TV host. It was a lot to live up to, but they had never pressured me. If anything, they adored me—poured all their love into me, especially since I was their only child. They had tried for another, but… well, it never happened.
Didn’t matter. They gave me everything. Including my health treatments.
I parked in the garage, stepping out just as Yaya Lucy greeted me at the entrance.
“I’ve made your cappuccino, hijo. Drink it before it gets cold.”
I smiled. “Thanks, Yaya. Did Mom and Dad call?”
“They did,” she nodded. “They’re working late, but they’re worried about you. They said you can go to your dad’s office if you want to see them.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “No need, Yaya. I’ll stay here. I’m not in the mood to deal with Steve right now.”
I headed to the kitchen, grabbed my drink, then changed into something more comfortable. The meeting had drained me, and the weight of the day was starting to settle in.
But just as I lay down, a thought flickered through my mind.
Aphrodite.
Her number was right there. One text away.
Tempting.
But no. No need to rush things. Timing was everything.
With that thought lingering, I closed my eyes, letting exhaustion take over. Today had been a good day.
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