The Mogul (Mature Niall Horan) | Reposted

Chapter 3

I was very exhausted but had meetings to attend. I was being caught up and briefed, then finally escaped to my office. I was sitting, taking a second to breathe when Donna came in with a file.

"What?" I sighed.

"The top ten lists you had, you said to bring it to you on October tenth."

"Ah, right, right, the schools."

She handed me the file and walked across the room, making me bite my lip at the sight of her behind. I shook my head and went over the final essays. I had posted a message on a grant website about looking into being a benefactor for one struggling public school in the state of Michigan. I thought it would be a nice way to give back, and I had a surplus of money from shutting down a business that I hated being a part of. It would have just sat in the bank otherwise.

I read through essay after essay and finally picked one that could be it. Westville High, it was about two hours from here. I paged Donna.

'Call Westville High and set up a meeting with Andrew Jacobs, he's the principal there. I would like it sooner than later please."

"Sure thing," she hurried out, her heels clicking. I loved heels.

I went back to my typing and messaging countless people on countless projects. I was very frustrated with the lack of communication.

"All right, he is available any time you'd like to meet with him."

"Ah, wise move on his behalf." I smiled a bit. "When am I free?"

She looked at a calendar in hand. "Today?" she smiled. "Otherwise you won't get there for a week."

"Well, all right, call him and tell him I'll arrive soon. I'm stopping home then I'll head out. Stay until three and answer any calls, please."

"Sure," she smiled and walked out. I finished up my typing and rode down my very long elevator ride. People parted easily through the busy lobby, and I was driven home.

I didn't want to sit in a car for two hours or so in a suit. I changed into my jeans that were bought by some stylist for me. I pulled on a thin blue button up shirt, rolling the cuffs properly. I brought my charger for my phone, which was always on the verge of dying, and I headed out. I got into my favorite car, my all black Rolls Royce.

Westville was a small town, built on farm land, open space, and just seeming so incredibly boring. It seemed kind of red neck if I was being truly honest. I wondered what finical distress it was in, if it wasn't enough, I would move onto the next school.

The parking lot made me nervous, high schoolers drove through here, they were bastardly children. I didn't want anything happen to my car. I parked anyhow and walked out, arriving at noon. I was answering an email as I walked through the lobby.

I looked up, wondering where I should go. That's when I met eyes with a red head. She was looking elsewhere, speaking to a blond. This girl, her eyes were incredibly bright and large, almost startling but in an abstract, beautiful type of way. Her red hair was pulled back in a golden headband, falling in waves. She was wearing a very simple T shirt, basic white, with a pair of jeans that were faded and looked old, worn out. She had on black Converse that had duct tape wrapped around the soles, to keep them going I assumed. She wore no makeup, not even mascara to lengthen her pale lashes. She appeared older than the other girls, and was wearing some kind of identification tag on her hip. I was curious.