A Brand New Owner

Chapter 49

A Brand New Owner.

Lyla Atelo.

Sage wasn't in school for the rest of the week, and today was Friday. I had texted him over and over again, but he never responded. I was tempted to go over to his house, but I didn't want a repeat of the last time.

I was currently sitting in my office when the door was forcefully pushed open, and my least favourite person walked into the office.

“Hello, Sara.” I folded my hands on my table and sat up to face her squarely.

She gave me a once-over before taking in my office as if she had never been here before.

“Will Sage be coming for Camp?” She asked outrightly.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me right. Or are you dumb?”

I choose to ignore her choice of words. “I heard you loud and clear, but what I don't understand is why you're asking me.”

“Aren't you the one he's fucking?” She said calmly, not at all fazed by the vulgarity of what she was saying.

“If you were remanded in court and asked to prove those allegations, would you be able to?”

“Don't you dare lie about it, Lyla.” Her voice turned fierce. “My minion told me that he heard both of you shagging in your office the night you almost drowned in the swimming pool. I wish you just died inside that water.” She said the last part with a lot of anger.

“So, the court will acquit Sage and I on some hearsay by your minion?” I cocked my head to the side and leaned back. I made sure my gaze was sharp enough to make her uncomfortable. “I thought you were a smart student to know that courts work hand-in-hand with evidence. Or maybe I overestimated your abilities, and for that, I truly apologise.”

I would have given anything to take a picture of her red face right now. She looked like she was about to burst into tears because I indirectly called her an unintelligent girl.

“If there is nothing more you'd like to say, the door is right in front of you.”

She stomped her foot indignantly on the floor. “I won't go unless you tell me if he's coming or not!”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead with my folded fist. “No, Sara. Mr. Dominic will not be joining us in camp.”

“And how do you know that? I don't believe you.”

My jaw almost dropped in shock. Then, what was she doing here? Why did she even ask me such a question in the first place?

“I know it because I asked him. Maybe you should have asked him too, but I guess you didn't think of that." I banged my hands on my table, watching her flinch in shock. “Get out of my office. I have a lot of work to do.”

*

“You just had a package delivered to you from a mysterious delivery man.” Ivy came into my office later that evening clutching a lot of things in her hands as usual.

She dropped the big carton of whatever was inside it on my table. The carton had my name boldly written on it, and I could fathom a guess at who could have sent the box to me, and what it might contain.

“Who do you think it came from?” Ivy asked, also as curious as I was. “Boy, it's really heavy. I got a lot of stares on my way here, and people are whispering that Mr. Dominic just got you the latest versions of everything you'd ever need for the camping trip. And I'm still here because I want to see all of it.”

“I really doubt that.” I told her. “Mr. Dominic wouldn't do that. Are you sure it's not the students trying to prank me or something? They think I had beef with Cecelia, and that was the reason she was sacked. They hate me, and they would do anything to get back at me.”

“Don't be silly.” Ivy slumped into the nearest chair to catch her breath while opening her cup of coffee. “The students are not as dumb as you think. They know it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the principal after what her daughter said.”

I would have loved to believe that, but the terrible eyes they were giving me was becoming really scary, and I believed that they could hurt me if given the chance. Cecelia was a sweet soul, and she didn't deserve what she got.

“Fine. Then, you can go ahead and open the box. I want to have nothing to do with it.”

Ivy was up on her feet before I could complete my sentence. She really loved gossip, and she was going to spread the news that she found them—whatever was inside the box— first.

She used her car key as a makeshift knife to puncture a hole into the carton and tore right through it like a mad woman. I inched away from it in case it was something spill-able, at the same time trying to stifle my laughter with the way she was behaving.

Her nose scrunched up in a frown, and a look of disappointment covered her face.

“What is it?” I couldn't help but ask.

“You're the owner of the most expensive jewellery store in the city?”

“Sorry?”

My mind was moving at the speed of light to process her words and the things that happened in the past few days.

“It's your name right here on the document. Oh… it's a transfer of ownership… oh my goodness! You bought it at this…” Ivy was gaping in shock as she pulled out a fancy looking document which had a quill pen attached to it. “How are you this wealthy yet you drive that rickety car that is out there in the garage?…and what are these other documents?”

I could only process one thing. Sage had acquired the jewellery store and was handing it over to me. And in truth? I didn't know how to feel about that.