Chapter 22: instructor’s assistant 2

Me: “I met her through my friend Mike. At first, I thought they were dating, so even when we liked each other, I kept my cool. You know I can’t betray my guy for a woman.”

Instructor: “Okay, so how did you end up together?”

Me: “Turns out, she and Mike were just acquaintances nothing more. They were acting to keep her toxic ex away. One day, I caught her and her ex fighting. He tried to beat her, so I beat him up. She was in so much pain I couldn’t let her go, so she stayed at my place while we planned to catch him off guard and send him to the police. We lived together until we got used to each other… then we started dating. Actually, talking about the police we completely forgot. I don’t think it’s even necessary now. I’m here. I’ll protect her.”

Instructor: “You seem to really like her.”

Me: “What’s the point of dating someone if you don’t?”

Instructor: “I hope she likes you too.”

Me: “Yeah, she does. She’s loyal, beautiful, intelligent… she deserves all the love.”

While we were talking, someone knocked and barged in.

It was the Head of Department fat, bald, with a bulging stomach stuffed into an undersized suit. The assistant was with him, holding his hand, all lovey-dovey and irritating.

Head of Department: “What’s going on here?” he demanded sternly.

Me: “What do you see, Department Head?”

HOD: (Slams the table) “I’m talking to you, Sports Instructor! What’s going on?”

Me: “Hey, hey, hey you’re making noise. That’s not how to talk to people.”

Instructor: (To the HOD) “Well, the son of the major shareholder in this school fired my assistant. Who am I to refuse him?”

HOD: “You mean he’s from the Shengan family? Unbelievable.”

Instructor: “Check your records. Just because he’s been quiet doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist.”

HOD: “This poor boy who looks like he’s barely feeding himself can’t come from a wealthy family. And even if he does, he has no right to fire an assistant. Not even his father has the right to fire someone I employed.” He rubbed his bulging belly smugly.

Me: “Is that so?”

I pulled out my phone and dialed my PA. He picked up after two rings.

PA: “Hello, good day, sir.”

Me: “Good day. The Head of Department of Business Administration at my school is to be fired within five minutes. Ensure he has no further employment opportunities in this city. Also, send the tax force to check his records for embezzlement or fraudulent activities within the next hour. I want him crippled no room for survival.”

HOD: (Laughs mockingly) “Instructor, you’re just sitting there while your student insults me? You and your student are fired.”

Instructor: “That’s if you’re still happily sitting here in the next thirty minutes.” He winked at me.

Assistant: (Sitting on the HOD’s lap, twirling her fingers around his lips) “Honey, they said thirty minutes. If you don’t get a call in forty-five, we’ll call security to kick them out.”

HOD: “When we kick them ” His phone rang, cutting him off.

HOD: “Hello, Director… How have you been? You usually don’t call unless there’s a problem.”

Director: “Yeah, there seems to be a problem.”

HOD: “Talk to me, then. I can help, as usual.”

Director: “The only way you can help me is if you’ve helped yourself, HOD.”

HOD: “What do you mean?”

Director: “You’ve been fired.”