Let The Game begin

CHAPTER 3

The man further insisted he knew her. This time the Vice President's daughter turned around to face him, and assured him he doesn't know her. She added she has never met him before.

She turned away from him. He felt disappointed. As he walked away, James leaned forward, with his hands locked together and asked: do you?

“What?” Audrey questioned, wondering what James was driving at. “Do you know you?” James asked, unlocking his hands, while pulling back to his seat.

Audrey tried to act normal. She hid her confusion. She scoffed then chuckled. In a split moment, she realized how deep seated the question was. Her mind was racing at this point, she had been running from this reality her entire life.

Her toxic relationship with her former boyfriend was a sore one. All she did was to please him despite the abuse. Recounting the pain, she understood where she failed at the time.

Audrey never questioned the choices she made. How they affected her life. For the first she knew the answer was not the Vice President's daughter or even her name. She knew there was more to the answer..

Funny enough, James Damon the playboy, had the answer. She finished her drink, turned and looked at him affectionately as if to say thank you.

She has decided to stir her mind the entire week, even months to make peace with herself. Sitting down idle was no longer an option. She felt blessed this evening somehow. James walked her home. When they got to her door, Audrey searched for her keys in her bag. Before she could find them, James held her arm and gently turned her around. He drew closer. Then…

“You never answered my question.” He recalled. “I don't know what you're talking about.” She was lost. Audrey could not bear the closeness. Why the weird feeling? His breath was so refreshing as he spoke. His eyes were piercing through her like a fiery orb.The scent of his perfume was erotic. She slowly inhaled it, savoring every bit of the odor. This might be the charm she so much heard about.

The intensity of his look was warm. She caught his eyes looking over her lips. Suddenly, she felt his left hand reaching her waist. Her heart, at this point, was racing uncontrollably. Out of nowhere, his right hand was on her left cheek. His touch left her no choice but to close her eyes.

Below her abdomen, she felt a surge of warmth rising into her thighs. She feared she might not control herself anymore. James slowly closed the gap further between them. Both stood still with her eyes closed. He gracefully moved his face to hers.

“Hmm. Audrey.” The second Lady called her daughter.

Standing outside the building of the Alpha fraternity, the campus security was surveilling. Since the last incident, at Spring Formal, the dean at Whitman decided to investigate every fraternity and find the culprit.

After interviewing every living person at last year's event, the dean could not find the guilty one. All fraternities chose to remain silent.

David Jones, the Senator’s son, was at the center of it. He was hit on the head with a soda can and fell unconscious during a stupid game. Like every other fraternity, Alpha Gamma was playing safe, so as to avoid any sanctions.

Jimmy Bole looked out the window waiting for the security team.

“You know I gotta do something to get Lydia back, I think as President my image must be flawless” said Danny to Jimmy who continued to look outside intently.

“I also did what I did ‘cause Lydia sometimes is a pain in the ass” Danny continued.

“Yeah, but the Christine Dale situation last year really f****d you up” Jimmy pointed out to him.

“Bro, I didn't mean to go that far, it was a poor judgment.” Danny confessed.

Danny sat in a chair, repairing his acoustic guitar. He realized he could have avoided the chaos that ensued from last year's Spring Formal. Having an affair with Lydia’s competitor during the election was indeed a poor judgment.

“I wanted out. I needed a break.” Danny quietly remembered. “Though it was a bad judgment, Christine seemed to be a good option to speed the break up” Danny was convinced the move was right.

“Huh, you f****d Christine to f**k Lydia over. Wise of you.” said Jimmy with sarcasm as he paced out. “Anyway, Christine is gone. Now, it doesn't matter so much” said Jimmy.

Danny almost laughed.“You're right, now I've got Lydia back. Back in my palm.”

Jimmy aimlessly walked around the room with both hands in his pocket. He randomly walked to Danny's desk and picked a key in a cup on the desk. Danny never noticed. Jimmy swiftly put the keys in his pocket.

“Anyway, tomorrow we're set for the open house. Just sign these checks for today's expenses.” Jimmy changed the subject and handed him the checks. Danny glanced through the paperwork. Jimmy asked if there were any worries. Danny was negative. “Why should I be worried? You're the best social chair we ever had.” He praised Jimmy and signed.

Jimmy walked out with an air of satisfaction written all over his face. He put the checks back in his office and went to the basement. There in the basement, locked in the storage room: a vault. He took out the stolen keys, and called James. He confirmed to him he had the keys and reminded him to bring his, along.

Greta has been waiting for more than an hour in the cosy office of Prof Nelson. She got bored, walked to the desk and went through it.

“Hello?” Prof Nelson calls out to Greta. “Hi Professor Nelson” Greta greeted.

“Who are you? If I may ask” Prof. Nelson asks, waiting for an answer. “I'm sorry sir, I'm Greta Mills.” She answered.

“Okay, Greta but one more time, who are you? Prof. Nelson questioned again.

“And why are you going through my desk?” He further questioned her. Greta moves away from the desk and scuttles towards him. “I'm your TA,” she said. “There is a mistake here. I don't have a TA” Prof. Nelson answered surprised.

“You do now sir. Your class size is over two hundred with no TA.” Greta educated him.

“Studies have shown a class of that size may not be helpful for 70% of the students since one-on-one discussion would be non existent” she further emphasized.

“Which year are you?” Prof. Nelson was puzzled. “Final year. I'm in Finance” She answered.

“Political Science minor?” He continued. “No sir,” She said. “You never took my class but you want to be my TA. Why?” puzzled he asked.

“I had a surgery last summer, by the way I'm fine now, and I missed my internship.” She explained. “So I have no work experience and I need this to make my resume look good.”

“As you can see, I really need this job and I'll do whatever you ask, please.” Greta pleaded.

“Your story's touching but I still don't need a TA” Prof Nelson repeated.

Without hesitation, Greta rushes towards him and kneels down begging. “Please Professor Nelson, if you give me this job you won't regret it. I'll cut down your workload.”

“Don't do this, please get up,” he was embarrassed. He watched the open door.

“I'm a fast learner and my attention to details is on the high. Please, I'll do anything.” She held onto his feet, pleading. “Alright, it's okay. You can have the job. Please get up.” Prof. Nelson held her up.

Greta stood up, smiled, thanked him profusely.Both of them agreed on her starting the following day. Satisfied with the outcome, she scuttled away.

Jimmy, in bed with David, pulled out a book with a strange cover. The pyramid shape cover book was the record of all Alpha Gamma past and present. The record was nothing close to academia. It was a social record of every member.

“I went through to see if I could find any account of last year Spring Formal 's incident”

“No one witnessed what happened to you, I guessed.” Jimmy concluded.

“I thought we could track the one who did this to you and get him punished”

“Dude, It doesn't matter. I'm good now, that's all that matters.” David was indifferent and chuckled. “The trauma he puts you through is unacceptable. You, out there, mingling with that guy isn't healthy. He should be sanctioned for what he did”