Seated atop the stage, Andy suddenly sighed.
“Good question. This brings me to my next point: talent!”
“I know that it’s not appropriate to talk about this at university where meritocracy is the norm,” he continued with a wink, “but we have to admit that it plays a role. Some people, like this friend of mine, are able to spot innocuous clues at a glance.”
At the sudden mention of his friend with such prophetic abilities, the students in the hall began to engage in a buzz of speculations. They were eager to learn the identity of such a talented individual.
Susan was one of them.
“She is a woman,” Andy proclaimed, smiling with pride and nostalgia. “A decade younger than me, but what a talent she had for financial forecasting. In fact, she predicted the famous oil riot in Zaewora and made me a fortune.”
The mysterious introduction only served to excite the students even more.
“Who is she, Professor? Where is she working now? Is there any chance of her giving a lecture?”
Andy chuckled.
“She’s retired from public life and is very happy remaining home with her husband and children. Even I am unable to make an appointment with her,” he remarked only half-jokingly.
It’s true. She’s a powerful woman now. I’m not even qualified to shine her shoes.
The lecture lasted a full two hours. The sun was already disappearing down the western horizon when the trio emerged from the lecture hall.
“This professor is really something, Ian,” Susan exclaimed as she went over her notes again. “He talks about these things that our syllabus never covers. Even a student of finance and accounting such as myself found it enlightening.”
Ian merely nodded without comment.
On the other hand, Zaylynn nodded off during the lecture. Eager to participate in the conversation as she was, she found herself lost in their jargon.
“I found it interesting too,” she chimed in. “Especially the part about his friend. It shocked me to hear about such powerful women in the world today!”
Susan nodded vigorously in agreement.
Ian made a surprising response to that. “He’d exaggerated a little. Though he did make a fortune from the oil riot back then, he had forced the person to do it for him.”
The girls stared at him with their mouths wide open.
“How do you know?”
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