The Last Laugh novel Chapter 16

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ACE POV:

I woke up with a smirk on my face. It was a bright Sunday morning. I'd just graduated. The day before. I now had my Master's degree.

I got out of bed. The sun rays coming in through the curtains in my room made the entire room yellowish. I got out of bed and made my way towards the window which I opened. I looked down at the campus's streets. I would miss this place.

I belonged to a fraternity in the university and we all slept in our own rooms in the frat house. Uncle Victor had given me his house but I believed I wasn't ready to inhabit such a crib. Not just yet.

There was a knock at my door.

"Yo Ace, open up!" I heard from the other side. It was Keith. We'd been through junior and senior high together. And also university. I could say he was my closest friend.

I opened the door for him and he came in.

"So??" he asked sitting on my bed.

"So, what?" I asked.

"Which company will you go to for internship?"

After graduating, the chancellor had signed some papers, permitting us to do internships or practicals using the skills we were taught in any company. And it would last two years. The company would sign the paper if you did well or not. After the internship, one could then leave to create either his own company or work in another company. Or, the company in which one did the internship, could decide to keep you.

"Um, I'm gonna be doing my internship at Four wheels, limited." I replied. Four wheels was a renowned car producing company.

"Hum. Not bad at all. I'll do mine at Smiles. The toy producing company."

"And after that?"

"I'll assist my uncle in his own business. And you?"

I looked at him.

"I already have a company."

He looked at me confused.

"What do you mean?"

I smirked.

"I already have a company in mind. P.W."

"Oh, wow. Good choice. I heard the lady that now owns it has two beautiful daughters."

I felt my tummy turn. It'd been very long since I'd heard of Heather. While growing up, I'd always wondered on what she looked like now. The sweet memories I had about her were still fresh at the back of my mind. I always thought of her.

"Maybe." I replied plainly as if not really interested.