I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 1 - Daily Life of a Teacher

"... thus, if you want to have a much easier time managing your company's products, it's advised you conduct proper research and join the corresponding clusters into Strategic Business Units. SBUs for short. As I've mentioned before, there are no perfect ways to categorize the units or a decade-old script to follow. We usually use letters to divide them. You have to properly analyze your organization. Everyone following? Anything to clear up?"

With that question, I finish drawing simple lines with arrows around some squares with text on the blackboard. Or rather on the e-board, since I've been using a pen-like device on the newest model of an interactive school board.

Technology definitely is the best. No chalk on your clothes, no dry fingers from hours of holding one and no irritated nose. Sometimes I pity those teachers and professors in old schools and universities. Not having to deal with shiploads of paperwork and educational utensils is bliss.

My eyes fall on the usual sight of five people sitting in what looks like a very modern classroom. Each of them basically having a full-size office desk, equipped to the brim with useful resources. On top of that, they own tablets or laptops, depending on the personal preference of the student.

The classroom itself isn't anything special. It's more like a tiny office area with some shelves and drawers. Well, maybe besides the top of the top 80" 8K display mounted on the back wall. On the side, a row of windows with automatic shutters. If some random person from the street were to be invited inside, they'd definitely proclaim that it's some kind of a classroom for the elites.

And that is exactly right. My name is Alastair Carter, a British-blood full-fledged elite teacher for some of the prodigious youngsters from all around the world. Or at least with parents rich enough to afford private education in small groups of people. Twenty-seven and single right now, by the way.

This classroom is part of the highest-ranking private school building, or rather instead of school, I'd use the term tutoring. I work for an organization called Future is in our hands, which basically is a gathering of people with great knowledge and experience in various fields.

Anyway, to not blabber about pointless details, let's just say that I'm one of the pro teachers, in my case of marketing and management, and each one of us is tutoring a small group of some of the best kids, but not only, in the world. Kind of like homeroom teachers, but we are paid astronomically better since parents of the kids are stuffed, obviously.

Even though I'm British, we are all currently in Sweden, where most of our organization's establishments are located. And obviously, the kids are from a wide range of nationalities themselves.

As I've mentioned earlier, my classroom counts up to five individuals. Three girls and two boys.

First from the left is a girl from the USA. Her name is Natalie Reevus. She's the daughter of one of the most well-known Hollywood actors. Like you would suspect, she's already slowly following in her father's footsteps, and with her captivating beauty and acting talent, it's nothing unusual. Her waist-long straight blond hair is covering her shoulders and back. With a face you'd expect from a teenage actress or model. As for the eyes, they perfectly fit with everything, being crystal blue. Ideal depiction of blonde beauty, with a slim figure and slowly developing womanly charms. She's still only 16 years old, yet already over 169cm in height. She will definitely be one of those tall world-class beauties in the future.

Currently sitting in some expensive custom order sneakers, high-quality tight jeans, a grey t-shirt with one of the most overused quotes "You are breathtaking!" and a black leather jacket. Even though she wears a kind of uninterested expression, I can clearly see that she's taking notes on her tablet. Lucky me. Frederic got himself a typical temper tantrum actress in his class.