YOUNG BILLIONAIRE'S LOVE MANDATE, LOVE ME NOW

Prologue

At the Morris Ancestral Manor.

The thought of resuming school after a long holiday exhilarated Jeff and Leon. Jeff was more gladdened because he is out of his aromantic life and had opened his mind to love. His grandfather, Mr. Jeffery Morris, the mysterious boss of the Cherry Fields Oil and Gas Group, who had been his reason for avoiding intimacy with the opposite sex, was euphoric. As usual, he walked to the verandah to watch them leave for school. That morning, Jeff drove from the car park to the verandah to pick Leon, who was standing beside Mr. Morris. Then, he asked a question which they expect every morning.

“Did you do the routine check on the car, Jeff?”

‘I am no more a baby, dad.’

He mumbled under his breath before he responded.

“Yes, dad.”

“That is good. Be careful.”

“We will.”

Leon, who had gotten into the passenger’s seat, and Jeff, replied simultaneously. Then, he drove behind his security Hilux Van which was in front of him while his Chief Aid, Mr. Kelvin Levi, drove behind him. Meanwhile, the fulfilled and delighted Mr. Morris watched them drive out of the gate before he walked back to his suite to join his wife, who was not an early riser.

As he drove along the busy road of Toronto, ON, Canada, to his school, the Eagles City University, the thought of falling in love excited him as he smiled within himself.

‘Who would she be?’

He thought. At the age of twenty-one, he had no girlfriend nor had he made any advances to any girl because of the mandate that he gave to himself. Now, he was aware that he had no excuse to give to his family for not being in love. In his euphoria, he could not remember the delay that the rush hour traffic posed to his trip as they drove along. Little did he know that the tragedy that awaited him that day may have an effect on his pleasure of falling in love?

At the Eagles City University

“Wow! This is remarkable.”

The Vice Chancellor, Prof. Clement Thompson, exclaimed when the Registrar gave him the report of the students who were admitted that year. The removal of the former Vice Chancellor, Prof. Philip Miller who had a repulsive record and the presence of the Cherry Fields Oil and Gas Group had given the school a boost.

“You are right, Prof. The symposium by the Cherry Fields gave the university a boost.”

The Vice Chancellor smirked in satisfaction and pointed out.

“That is correct, so far, we are the only University with a private jet in Ontario and a world-class thirty-story building as a student dormitory.”

“Yes, Prof. And that explained why we had more students in the Aviation Department this Academic Session.”

“It is all right. We will talk more on this. You can leave.”

“Have a nice day.”

Meanwhile, the Freshman Year Students who were going through the Orientation Processes were excited to be admitted into the prestigious university. They were joyously taking selfies indiscriminately, even at restricted areas. Now, the security had to put up their guards when some students from the Aviation Department attempted to overstep their bounds.

“Hello, Security, take us to the Private Jet hanger, we wish to take selfies.”

The introvert Chief of the Securities glared at them and instructed.

“Go through your admission letters and read through the School Code of Conducts once again.”

Now, the Freshman Year students argued

“We have done that, and we are aware of the content, but it is just a photograph. I don’t think it has anything to do with our admission letters.”

“Or the School Code of Conducts.”

Another Freshman Year Student blurted. Meanwhile, the Chief of the Security, Mr. Vincent Morgan, a forty years introvert who hardly talk to even himself, felt he had said enough to the five students. So, he expected that they should be on their way, but they were bent on making him say much. For that reason, he gave his staff a glare, who stood from his seat at once and faced the students.

“You can leave. The Private Jet Stand is one of the restricted areas, and it is written boldly on your Admission Letters.”

To his astonishment, the Freshman Year students insisted and Mr. Morgan took a decisive decision at once.

“Lock them up.”

The security guard locked the door of the waiting room while the Chief of the Security left for the Vice Chancellor’s Office. On arrival, he parked his car at the vestibule of the Administrative Block and got off in a rush. The Registrar who had just stepped out of the VC’s office met him at the corridor and inquired.

“Mr. Morgan, what brings you here?”

“Some Freshman Year Students.”

The Registrar, who was intrigued by Mr. Morgan’s short response, accompanied him back to the VC’s office. When he walked in, the Vice Chancellor was able to read his countenance and when he discovered that he was distraught, he offered him a seat.

“Take your seat, please, Mr. Morgan.”

The Registrar took his seat too and listened to Mr. Morgan’s complaint. Then, the Vice Chancellor spoke.

“I think it's too early to tolerate such unmannerliness.”

The Registrar concurred.

“I agree with you, Prof. We have many applicants on our waiting lists, sending the students back to their parents for proper home training will not be a herculean task for us.”

“I also agree with you, Registrar. Besides, they are still at the orientation stage. They have not been fully admitted.”

“You are right, Prof.”

Now, the Vice Chancellor turned to the Chief of the Security, who had been listening quietly and instructed.

“Send them on their way. You don’t need any ceremony for that. They can come and give us their details and for a refund of their fees.”

“All right Prof.”

Mr. Morgan acknowledged and left at once. He walked back to the vestibule and drove off with a sense of accomplishment.

“These students don’t know that we also have children at home.”

He mumbled to himself. When he got to his office, he discovered that the students were throwing tantrums and threatening to report the school to the authority for molestation of the girls and unlawful detention. The bewildered Chief of the Security who was already seeing them as former students ordered.

“Take them to the Vice Chancellor’s Office for their letters.”

The annoying students, who believed that it was their threats that brought about what they thought to be an apology letter, were contented with themselves. Meanwhile, Mr. Morgan said that to make them leave willingly to avoid rough handling them.

They got into the shuttle bus of the Security Department and the driver took them to the Administrative Block while the Chief of The Security drove behind them.

At the Vice Chancellor’s Office

Jeff and Leon who were in their penultimate year had arrived to the school with a new vigor after excelling their sophomore year. They were happy to see their friends, especially Sidney and their lecturers. The holiday had been eventful to them because Jeff’s grandfather, Mr. Jeffrey Morris, the mysterious Chairman of the Cherry Fields Oil and Group, had found the love of his life. Now, he drove his bucket of bolts to the Administrative Block to pay a visit to the Vice Chancellor. He parked at the car park and his security and aids parked beside him.

“We will be back, Mr. Levi.”

He announced when they got off the car.

“We are waiting, Young Master.”

They picked a bag that contained the goodies which they had brought to the Vice Chancellor from the car trunk and left for his office. At the corridor, they exchanged greetings with some of their colleague and other members of staff before they got to their destination.

As expected, the visitors to his office were many, and they had to wait. His Secretary, Mr. Thomas Lee, who loved them for their humility, was pleased to see them.

“Good day, Mr. Lee. Good to see.”

“Good to see you. How was your holiday?”

“Our holiday was great. And yours?”

“It was great too. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you. You will see him when the visitor in his office leaves.”

Jeff and Leon smiled. They were aware of the Secretary’s game. He wanted to let them in before others to avoid keeping them waiting. So, they joyously took their seats and began to wait. After a few minutes, the visitor walked out.

“It is your turn.”

The Secretary announced as he fixed his gaze on them.

“Thank you, Mr. Lee.”

They picked their bag, stood up at once and walked into the Vice Chancellor’s Office. The delighted VC, who could not hide his joy, smiled happily when he saw them.

“Oh! Here come the Penultimate Students.”

The two smiled too and greeted him one after the other.

“Good morning, Prof. Thompson. Good to see you.”

“Good morning to you. Kindly take your seats.

“Thank you, Prof.”