(Author’s POV)
"Wait for the good news, Elder Richards," Brian chimed and ended the call. Taking a generous sip of Domaine d’Auvenay, he settled on the couch and swirled the glass, a vicious smile gracing his lips, "Fabian~ .... ohh~ .... Fabian~ .... How audacious of you. Trying to take Catherine’s rightful place? Not gonna happen on my watch."
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"Why do you seem so out of sorts? Did that man~ .... Did Prof. Mitchell scold you?" Yelena asked in a whisper while she and Myra were settled in the cafeteria.
Myra was picking at her food, engrossed in her notion.
"Hey~ .... Ra-ra .... Myra~ .... what are you thinking~ ...." Yelena snapped her fingers in front of her face and called out again.
With a start, she realised Yelena was calling and asked, "What were you saying?"
"Something doesn’t seem right with you? Is it because of Oswald or is it~ .... Is it about those online photos with you know who and the gossip surrounding them? Did someone say something to you in class? Did anyone bully you? You just give me the name, and I will pull that person’s intestines out of their gut," Yelena unleashed a flurry of questions followed by raging words. She got up from her seat at once, ready to take on.
"Calm down, Yel. Calm down. No one bullied me," Myra gestured for her to settle down again.
"Then, why?" Yelena questioned. "Tell me honestly, what has happened? You are trying to hide something. Out with it."
Myra scanned her surroundings thoroughly. Then she leaned forward and said, her tone hushed, "Actually, Prof. Mitchell called me to talk about those photos."
"What did he say about it? Did he blame you as well?" Yelena, matching her whispering voice, asked.
"No~ ... no. He didn’t. He said he believed my side, but~ .... he also mentioned something else," Myra mumbled.
"And~ .... what is that?" Yelena pressed.
"He told me that all this fiasco, it might be intentional," Myra confessed.
"WHAT?" Yelena voiced out louder than usual. Everyone present there shifted their attention towards the corner seat they were occupying. She pursed her lips and probed, this time in a subdued tone, "Are you trying to say what I am thinking? Someone is trying to set you up?"
"Yes~ ... at least, that’s what he pointed out," Myra replied.
"Did he give you the reason why he thinks that? Is he aware of the culprit?" Yelena asked some more.
Myra gave her a brief rundown on her and Oswald’s conversation and her own suspicion.
"Bloody hell. Now that you have mentioned it. It comes off as really odd. Those pictures, they aren’t even like some shady ones. Not even taken in a closed up space or in a compromising situation. Even if they are fabricated, your facial expressions in that, it shouldn’t have caught this much attention. It is suspicious indeed," Yelena muffled, thinking of the possibility. She then asked, "But who could do that? Who is so adamant on smearing your name?"


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