Grunkle Stanford Novels & Stories

Chapter 11 CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW "Stanford University, class of 2016. Summa cum laude. Double major in Economics and Computer Science." I stared at the diploma in my hands, the heavy paper embossed with gold seals and signatures. My name, Camille Kane written in elegant calligraphy across the center. A degree I never earned from a university I'd never attended. "How is this possible?" I asked, running my finger over the raised seal. It felt real. Everything felt real.

“Thank you for your help.” Angelique took the brochure, pocketed the keys, and headed out to drive to her apartment — her new beginning. Her apartment was about twenty minutes away from the main building by car. The campus stretched endlessly, like a miniature city built for the elite. Manicured lawns rolled into vast golf courses, while marble-paved paths led to private cinema rooms, tennis courts, football and basketball fields, and even a hockey arena. There was an underground shooting range, a grand library that looked more like a museum, a modern game center, a private hospital, and a supermarket stocked with imported delicacies. Stanton University wasn’t just a place to study — it was

"Please Ms.Stanley, Boss is not in the office. He went out for a lunch appoitnment and will not be back for a couple of hours. It might not be ideal to wait for him for so long." The beautiful Ms.Stanley, aka Stella Stanley, is the one and only daughter of the Stanley group chairman Mr.Jamie Stanley and the favorite sister (and only sister) of CEO of Stanley group Mr.Jacob Stanley. Hearing the secretary's words, a frown appeared on Stella's face. Looks like I have to comeback another time to catch hold of Nick. I'll also see how long you can run away from me. "Fine, I'll comeback later" with that she strutted in her 5inch high heels.

Nevertheless, the campus was bubbling with posters and banners, both handwritten and printed ones, and the different inscriptions were on one thing, Two minutes CEO. (Only two minutes? That is strange.) (A wasted youth lasts for only two minutes.) (His numerous sex mates had sapped his strength). (Two minutes? What a displeasure?) (Why are the girls clustering around him? I can last longer than two minutes.) Meanwhile, Stanley had seen the posts and called his attention to it. “I have seen it. I deserve whatever she does to me,” he responded while they walked towards the car. They got into the car and the janitor for the bed greeted.

Thus Cocoa had to look for Stanley for help. He took out his parent's car from the garage and drove them to the church. Stanley's parents are both teachers in one of the local high school. They aren't very rich but still not considered poor. Stanley graduated in one of the best universities in the country. His course at the university was Bachelor of Animal Production Technology and Management just like Allan. But due to competition, nepotism, tribalism, corruption and increased number of graduates in the same field every year, they found themselves un employed.

Dreads I'm missing one of my runners; Stanford. He never misses a drop off and I haven't seen him for over a month now. I've had my best trackers looking for him and yet they've had no luck. Burner walked into my office. "I have goodbye and bad news boss." "Hit me with it." "Stanford did an extra drop the night we last saw him, boss." "Excuse me!" "Once he finished the final drop off, he met with some of the students and faced them with a highly dangerous amount of LSD as well as marijuana."

He was calmly pulling out a chair to sit. "Stanley has a massive estate just twenty minutes from your university campus," Dad announced, a look of profound relief on his face. "He has plenty of room, top-tier security, and a full staff. He is the man I trust more than anyone else in this world." A cold dread began to mingle with a sudden, fierce heat blooming in my chest. Dad smiled warmly, delivering the final, inescapable truth. "You'll be moving in with Stanley next week."

When Denzel announced he was going into college to get a bachelor’s in business administration, Stan followed. Denzel didn’t grow up in the atmosphere of wanting to please his parents or competing with his siblings or step-siblings. Stan was forced to be the best in order to gain relevance in his home. Anita, his stepmother, had a son who was about the same age as Stan when she remarried his father. She also had a younger daughter, Grace. Ten years later, Stan had five step-siblings. His father barely noticed him, and his mother hardly returned his calls.

Stanford. "Shut up!" I whispered to him with a smile on my face, especially when Karen's parents are glaring at us. "I know you have brain issues, okay? But I guess you have to learn how to control your mouth. They still don't know about her. And we better keep it that way, do you understand?" then I clap his back. That was a bit harsh of me, but I also have secrets to keep. My secret includes Karen. "What are you doing?" Mr. Stanford furiously asks me. "Get your hands off the Young Master."

Stanley said, “Believe me, you will do that In your grave,” Barbara said, and she stepped out of her living room, and she said, “If you're ready, you can meet me out there,” she said, and she walked down to where Stanley parked his car and she entered waiting for him with frowned face In the car, Stanley entered Into the car and he drove down to his grandfather's mansion, and a while later, Stanley pulled his car to the parking lot In his grandfather's compound,