Principal Fletcher had sent Jocelyn the address and the time, instructing her to show up punctually for the meeting.
After a full day's rest at home, Jocelyn was rejuvenated and made her way to the rendezvous.
Upon arrival, she did see several school officials and teachers there.
The private dining room of the upscale hotel was a stark contrast to what she had imagined, which was bright and cheerful.
Jocelyn and her colleagues were all present, but the guest of honor was conspicuously absent.
Even after a ten-minute wait, no one dared to voice a complaint.
Finally, the doors swung open. The guest finally arrived.
His stature was imposing, his presence commanding – he could put international male models to shame. Clad in a sharp black suit, he exuded an air of aloofness and solitude.
Accompanying him were Zephyr, who wore a vibrant purple shirt that suggested a more approachable demeanor, and his assistant, Yara, whose presence mirrored his own.
All seated occupants stood as he entered, welcoming him with smiles and ushering him to the head seat of the table.
Jocelyn hadn’t expected Melvin to be the one they were waiting for. A month had passed since they last saw each other, and now they were practically strangers.
To be precise, to Melvin, she was a stranger.
And she felt an urge to flee.
The leaders were lavishing Melvin with compliments, engaging in topics that seemed to be the exclusive domain of men, with other teachers chiming in occasionally.
Jocelyn, however, remained silent.
“Say, Jocelyn, one of your students is Mr. Martinez’s nephew. I remember you met Mr. Martinez when he came for his nephew’s enrolment,” Principal Fletcher suddenly turned to her.
Jocelyn was thrust into the spotlight, and all she wanted was to escape.
She realized now why she had been invited.
“Yes, Preston has shown remarkable improvement and ranked at the top of his class last semester,” Jocelyn replied in a formal tone.
Melvin hadn’t glanced at Jocelyn since he entered the room.
“Then it speaks volumes about the quality of your teaching,” Zephyr chimed in with a smile.
Jocelyn nervously returned the smile, “A teacher simply guides and mentors. The main credit goes to the student's own willingness and eagerness to learn.”
“Jocelyn is quite modest, isn’t she?” Zephyr teased.
Jocelyn humbly responded, “Just stating the truth.”
“Melvin, you ought to thank Jocelyn. I’ve heard that Preston never even passed a test before,” Zephyr said, turning to Melvin.
Jocelyn’s heart leaped.
She feared making eye contact with Melvin, a sense of unease washing over her.
Though she had done nothing wrong in their breakup.
Melvin finally looked directly at Jocelyn, raising his glass, “Jocelyn is indeed an extraordinary teacher. She’s a rare combination of brains and beauty.” But he wasn’t toasting to Jocelyn. Instead, he drank alone.
Jocelyn felt a tightness in her chest, suspecting a hidden message in his words. She lowered her gaze, avoiding his intense stare.
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