THE DEADLY MISSION

LOCATION: EXCELLENT UNIVERSITY Quick description about Excellent University Excellent University is the most expensive and influential university in Stardom, producing 80 percent first-class students every year out of a total of 100 percent students, with the remainder students always receiving second-class upper. It is reported to be owned by Mr. Kelvin Paul, a faceless godfather in Stardom's ruling party who is currently the country's president, but he is on his last term until reelected in the upcoming election. He can also be described as a Dictator. Excellent university is one of his many investments in Stardom, one he had before assuming the presidency, and many more sit on the shores of international and domestic coasts. The university is only honored by the presence of politicians' children, not ordinary politicians, but those who spend their days with paper pondering what else money could be used for, as well as wealthy businessmen who are frequently found funding political parties with their money. For the wealthy, The Excellent university is a dead zone, but for the poor, it is a zombie wasteland. A lovely young man in his prime, with his Viking-gold hair that complemented his smooth sulky fair skin and his thin pencil mustache that joined softly with his neatly groomed youth beard, made his face the kind of look a girl on the train would see and pause to get a clear view of. He was really attractive, and he has the type of demeanor that draws attention from passers-by. He stands 6 feet tall and has a slim build. He was dressed casually in a dark green shirt that had been ironed neatly and black penciled trousers. If you take a close look at the casual clothes, you'll notice that the prize is capable of changing the wardrobes of five exotic girls, and there's still room for change. His walks were accompanied by an unspoken pride. Excellent university is known for the harshness of its security guards, especially to those entering the school without a car and those whose rides aren't worth more than millions of dollars. It was part of their responsibility to know the value of every automobile, even the most recent one in town. But, despite the fact that the young man had no means of transport into the university, they couldn't approach him because they were all so taken aback by his appearance that all they could do was watch him walk into the heart of the university's campus. One thing that the spoilt rich brats of Excellent university have in common is that nothing surprises them; they've seen a lot of things, people, and things from different countries, and they've never been mesmerized by anything or anyone. Only a few kids were exploring the school grounds, as over 80% of the students remained in their doppelgänger dorms. Many renowned hotels' room decorations cannot match to the hostels within Excellent university, which were tailored to the latter, with 24-hour electricity, full-powered air conditioning, and other amenities. Except for those who are willing to share with their inseparable pals, they are all made up of two-bedroom flats and only assigned to one student. Everything that makes life easier and more enjoyable fills all of the hostels, and students are free to attend lectures whenever they want; however, some students do not attend because every lecture room has a camera recording everything the lecturer is teaching, and after the lecture, a list of absentees is compiled and a copy of the lecture is sent to them. So it's no surprise to the professors that only three students are present in the lecture room out of the approximately 20 pupils who are enrolled in the course. The maximum percentage a lecturer can achieve in a lecture hall is 50% out of 100%, which indicates that the students enjoy the lecturer's lecturing. The young man, whose age was difficult to determine, proceeded to the vice-chancellor's office. He drew the attention of the 20% of students on campus, who all came to a halt in their tracks to get a clear view of him. "Is he a new student?" some partners inquired, but they all had no idea. He did, however, appear to be a student based on his appearance. As the young man entered his luxurious office, the VC of Excellent university said with a bright smile gracing his lips, "have been waiting for you." The VC has already informed his secretary, Miss Wellington Jasmine, that he is expecting someone, a young gorgeous man named Peter Wilson, so she should send him as soon as possible. "Good morning beautiful," Peter said as he walked into the VC's office, which was divided into sections for the secretary and other office help. The room was comparable to a suite in a multibillionaire hotel. Miss Jasmine, a little over 25 years old, is the daughter of Stardom's police chief. As she stared at the dashing young man standing a few steps from her desk, all she could do was flush at Peter's greeting. In the office, there were two more unoccupied desks. She felt compelled to bring him into the office restroom for a quickie, so she smacked her tongue and stared at him without saying anything. As Jasmine glanced at him uneasily, Peter whispered gently, as if the word wouldn't come out of his mouth. "Oh sorry, are you Mr. Wilson?" Jasmine asked startled as she regained her composure and adjusted the pecky glasses she was wearing, a pair she had hundreds of in her room; she doesn't have any eye problems, but she has been wearing glasses for the past three months since she started working as a secretary at Excellent university; she wears the glasses to appear mature and hide her immature behavior. "Yes," Peter replied, his intonation indicating that he wasn't from Stardom, however his appearance and skin may cause debate as to whether he is or isn't from Stardom. "That way," Jasmine said, pointing to a stairwell draped in a red exotic carpet. "Thank you," Peter muttered nearly in hushed tones as he ascended the stairwell to the second floor. He could know Jasmine's eyes was on him even without glancing back as he gracefully ascended the stairwell. A voice instructed him to enter with a gentle knock, befitting the intelligent young man that he is. Mr. Alex Felix had previously spotted him approaching from his office, where he kept a tight eye on the CCTV. He's a distant relative of Mr. Kelvin Paul, the sole owner of Excellent university, and he was named VC of Excellent university at the age of 35, and three years after, he's still naive in his management of the institution. " I resumed office early today only to personally welcome you into our midst," Felix added, enthusiastically smiling and exposing his gap teeth as he offered Peter a seat. "I've heard a lot about you, the young Stardonian who graduated with honors from Harvard University at the age of 24 " he said, his bright smile remaining on his face. "I'm grateful, but where are the papers I need to complete before I begin working here?" Peter said with a tone which sent the message that he wasn’t there for a chit chat "Oh, here," Felix remarked, handing him a file, which Peter gathered, skimmed over briefly, and signed while staring at him, entranced by his attractiveness. They exchanged handshakes, and Felix dialed a few numbers on his office phone. "Take him to his lodge," . Felix gave a stern order to the call's anonymous receiver before smiling at me. " You will be taken to your lodge; please make yourself at home in the school, and a word of advice: do not get on the wrong side of any students, I repeat, none." As he left his office, Felix warned Peter and Peter thanked him. He was back in the first office after descending the stairwell he had ascended. Surprisingly, the two vacant desks have been filled with people. A young woman in her late thirties and a young man in his late thirties. As a result, the receptionist who helped Peter became the VC office's youngest and most attractive face. "This way, sir," responded the new male occupant of one of the office's two workstations, standing up as soon as he noticed me. "Oh Mr. Paul, sit down, and let me handle this," the secretary, whose name I later learned was Jasmine, replied cheerfully to the man. "What?" screamed the man she referred to as Paul, demonstrating his surprise at her comments. I knew what that meant but pretended to be unaware as I walked out of the office. " The key," I heard Jasmine growl at the man, and she was outside smiling, holding a key in her palm, in a matter of seconds. "Follow me," she said as she strolled in front of me, and I followed quietly behind. Except for my iPhone, which was kingly in my pocket, I had nothing with me. When my request to lecture at the school was authorized a few weeks ago, I sent everything I needed to the lecturer's lodge. All of them were most likely in the room Jasmine was escorting me to. She tried hard to show off her asset, perhaps for me, but I'm not interested right now; maybe later when I need her. The path to the lecturer lodge was nearly completely cut off from the rest of the campus. We didn't run across any students on the way, which made me glad. I'm not prepared for a nosy adolescent. After a few minutes of strolling, we arrive in front of the teacher's flat. It looked like a boys' quarters behind a large home. This boys quarter, on the other hand, was designed for just one lecturer. Many identical apartments were built next to each other, giving the impression of a modern village. It was nicely designed from the outside, and the painting's combination of butter and lemon colors added to its beauty. "Here we are," Jasmine murmured as she abruptly stopped and stared at me seductively, but I didn't respond.