Take A Chance

THREE

    The meal before Olivia looked so tempting she couldn't resist. She sat in her apartment, eyeing the turkey sandwich her assistant had brought up for her from a diner downtown. She had barely gotten enough sleep last night because she stayed up and had a meeting via Skype with her father's lawyer. One of daddy's companies wasn't doing so well and therefore they decided to liquidate it. She had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning and had overslept. She literally had just thirty minutes to eat, get dressed and get to school.

She was excited.  She was going to college and was looking forward to it as she had been homeschooled most of her life. Biting into the sandwich, she finished it up in three bites then headed into her bedroom to get ready. She pulled on a pair of blue stone jeans and a black Playboy T-shirt with a pair of black heel boots. A long black Armani French coat she shrugged on as it was raining heavily already. Gold chains were on her wrists as well as gold rings on her fingers. She slipped on black diamond tear drop earrings and hung the long straps of her black Gucci bag on her shoulders. This was a little too casual to her but she was going to school not a business meeting so she decided to go shopping yesterday and bought an entire wardrobe of designer jeans and tops and shoes as well as a variety of student bags. She sat and laced up her boots before standing and putting on some perfume then, grabbing the car keys to her black Range Rover, she left the apartment.

The drive took fifteen minutes as the roads were clear due to the rain. Parking, she opened up her umbrella and stepped out of the car. A strong blast of wind hit her as she ran towards the classrooms. She had IBR first so she quickly shook out the rain from her ponytail and umbrella then headed up stairs.

Immediately she stepped into the lecture hall, everyone went silent. The lecturer who stood at the front of the class raised a questioning brow at her as she strutted to the first empty seat she found which happened to be in the front row.

"You must be Miss Heart." the man said once she was seated.

"Olivia Heart." she replied, sitting ram rod straight. She could feel the eyes on her turn back to the lecturer. She just wanted the day to go smoothly and she hoped no one would try to make "friends" with her because she had no friends. She was happy that way as you could trust no one. Absolutely no one.

The room was large with an elevated platform at the front. Rows upon rows of chairs moved up a set of steps and spread in an arc. The class was surprisingly large. There were about twenty people in it. The lecturer, a balding man with kind blue eyes spoke at the front.

The thunder roared and the heavy wind slapped against the glass windows on the left of the lecture hall. The man introduced himself as Mr Wester and began the lecture.

An hour and forty five minutes later, she exited the hall and headed towards the accounting department. She enjoyed Mr Wester's class as the man was accurate and detailed in his teaching. If all lecturers were like Mr Wester then she was sure she'd really have a great time her at NYU as the Dean suggested.

The accounting department was on the floor below IBR and had different classes. She entered a door marked "accounting 101" and sat down in the third row. Only about five people were in here after sparing her a glance, they turned back to their activities of interest. A few minutes, more people came in and soon the class was filled up. There were almost fifty students in the room. A young man dressed in a black shirt and black jeans walked up to the platform. He seemed no older than twenty seven and had an air of youthfulness to him.

He just stood and stared at the class until everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to him,wondering what he was doing.

Once the class was silent, he spoke up.