Professor F

Chapter 46

August was wearing a black sleeveless dress and black pumps paired with a pair of pear earrings and

necklace with gold ensemble that Flynn gave her.

"My first gift to my princess." He smiled as he helps her wear them.

"Oh my God! It's beautiful." She gasped as she touched the jewelry on her neck and ears.

He smiled as they both look at their reflection in the mirror. "Are you ready?"

She nodded and was smiling happily as they stepped out of the jet and went to the car waiting for

them. She was briefly introduced to the young driver Thomas.

After half an hour they reached the restaurant in London and they were brought to the reservation

made for them and the directors.

As her steps get shorter and closer to the table, she can't help holding on Flynn's hand tighter. He

squeezed her hand as an assurance.

And when they reached the table, she saw a familiar face waving at them.

"Francis? What is he doing here?" She asked Flynn who was pulling a chair for her.

Francis stands from his chair and the rest of the people sitting on the table did the same. She looked at

them. Her mouth dropped when she saw the people they met in New York.

"Are they the directors at Pearsons?" She asked Flynn. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"We are." They answered almost together.

"W—What?"

"But Flynn's the head of the board of Engineering. Wait—you didn't know?" Francis asked her in shock.

Oh my God!

August looked at Flynn in disbelief. How can he not tell me he's the head of the board of Engineering

and one of the school directors?

Everyone seem to know this already except her. The people were on their feet while looking behind

her. She stands up and faced the person approaching their table.

She was surprised to see Stella wearing a wine red coat over the same wine red colored knee length

dress paired with black stilettos.

"Hey, cous!" Francis greeted her with a wide smile on his face.

She rolled her eyes as she sits between Flynn and Francis facing her. "Don't start with me, Francis."

"What did I do?" Francis said with a smile on his lips. A soft chuckle from the people on their table

followed, as if they already knew this kind of encounter between Francis and Stella.

August watched Flynn smiling and she blushed when he caught her staring at him. She looked down

as she tried to avoid his eyes. I was just looking—not staring!

They all seated as the waiter brings their appetizers. And as they prepare the food on the table, Stella

looked at her. "You don't seem happy to see me here."

"W—What? I'm just surprised. I d—didn't expect you'd be here." Her words faded when all eyes were

on her.

"Yeah. Most people are." Stella sighed. "I don't really have to be here but my boyfriend asked me to join

this dinner and discuss—things."

She blushed realizing she may have seen a photo or two of Flynn kissing her. She glanced at Flynn

who was also blushing but looked like he's trying to be calm himself, too. She then felt his hand

touching her knees under the table, squeezing her leg as if he's reassuring her.

"Oh, good evening, Attorney Morgan!" Francis stands up and the rest of the people seated on the table

did the same while Stella's face brightened as she walks to meet the person who arrived.

"Good evening, darling." She heard Stella whispered as she kissed the tall and handsome man's

cheek.

She looked at them, observing the young man who just arrived. He's as tall as Flynn, also wearing

eyeglasses and has brown hair. But he looked a little skinny than Flynn and maybe a few years older.

He was about to occupy the vacant seat beside her when Stella said they should switch seats. She

agreed.

Stella looked at her. "August, this is Attorney George Morgan. The head of the board of department

directors."

He smiled at her. "Nice to finally meet you, August. I've heard so much about you."

She blushed and felt cold at the same time. Just how much information does he know about me? And

why do people love to talk about me so much?

He seem to have noticed her reaction—looking uncomfortable—he then looked a little regretful and

tried to create a friendlier conversation. "Hey, just relax, okay? This is why we agreed to discuss things

over dinner so it won't be too—formal."

Flynn cleared his throat. "George here is a good friend. He works as a lawyer here in Seattle."

She tried to recall whether she saw him on one of those news and articles she read about Pearsons

University and she can't remember his face.

It's either he's so good at reading people or she's just being too obvious that she's trying to remember

his face in any school bulletin. George smiled again. "I travel a lot to attend different conferences

around the globe as a lawyer and a university director. So you don't really see me a lot in campus but

I'm always updated. I just got here from my conference in Africa." He looked at Flynn and Stella. "And I

learned about what happened."

Of course! Stella may have kept him on the loop. And why do I get this feeling that I'm meeting the

people in Flynn's life for some sort of approval?

She forced a smile and nodded. Sorry—just how much information do you know? She wanted to ask

but she can't bear asking that question and opening the issue herself in front of everyone.

Flynn cleared his throat again, as if to her rescue when he noticed her pale face. "August, what he's

trying to say is—"

"Even before that incident in campus," George interrupted. "Flynn already submitted his resignation to

me that night—effective immediately.”