Book TRK
Chapter 277
“Well, this is a real head–scratcher,” Wyatt muttered under his breath, turning his attention to James who had been unusually quiet. “Sir, what’s your take on today’s fiasco?”
James was the only one who had had any contact with the person who had managed to snatch the device, albeit briefly. And although the perpetrator had slipped through their fingers before they could properly nab him, Wyatt always trusted his boss‘ judgment.
James‘ gaze was detached. His eyes were not quite focusing on anything in particular. After a moment he finally spoke, “I’m not sure.”
At his words, both Wyatt and Curtis fell into a contemplative silence. If even James wasn’t sure, then they had to consider that today’s slippery foe was on par with the one who had stolen the device the last time.
“I’ll keep digging,” Curtis said in a low tone.
James‘ gaze drifted off, signaling the end of the conversation.
After Mirabella left the exhibition hall, she didn’t head straight back to her hotel. Instead, she instructed her driver to take a leisurely detour around the city before finally returning to her accommodation.
Her phone had been switched off the entire time, and she only powered it back on once she was safely in her room. The moment her phone came to life, it was bombarded with a barrage of messages and alerts from Messenger, not to mention several missed call notifications.
The calls were from Mr. Hammond, and they were all made within the last half hour. Ignoring the texts and Messenger for the moment, Mirabella quickly dialed Mr. Hammond back.
It was already past three in the afternoon, and the results of the final competition should have been announced.
As soon as the call connected, Mr. Hammond picked up immediately; as if he had been waiting for her to get in touch. “Mirabella, your phone’s finally on. I’ve been trying to reach you for ages,” Mr. Hammond’s voice sounded urgent.
Mirabella’s eyes dropped slightly as she searched for an excuse, “I went out for a bit, phone died.”
Mr. Hammond was standing near the flower beds at the base of the Prestige College administration building, taking a deep breath before asking. “Did you check your results yet?”
“Not yet,” she drawled, glancing at the time. Hearing a hint of something unusual in Mr. Hammond’s voice, she couldn’t help but ask, “Uh, Mr. Hammond, are my results…?” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
Before she could voice her concerns that her performance might have been less than stellar, Mr. Hammond cut in, stopping her words.
On the other end, the principal of Prestige College was calling for Mr. Hammond, who politely nodded in acknowledgment to someone before interjecting. “Ah, you did great, but I can’t talk right now. The principal just asked me to fill out some paperwork for your scholarship nomination. I’ll send you a pass shortly. Be sure to come over to the administration building at Prestige College ASAP. Gotta go.”
After saying that, Mr. Hammond hung up before Mirabella could respond.
Holding her phone, Mirabella soon received a picture message from Mr. Hammond. She checked it and didn’t waste any time, changing back into the outfit she had worn for her exams. that morning, and quickly left her room.
Minutes later, Mirabella arrived at the gates of Prestige College, showing the guard the pass Mr. Hammond had sent her.
The guard remembered her as the most stunning student from the exams and was quite friendly, allowing her entry without much fuss.
Being easy on the eyes had its perks, as the guard even helpfully pointed out the way to the administration building. Mirabella thanked him politely and followed the directions to the building.
Mr. Hammond’s detailed instructions were for an office on the third floor. Reaching the first floor, she eyed the elevator for a second but then decided to take the stairs next to it.