Meet frank II

She remembered how displeased he was on discovering that a little piece of the bed was stained, how he treated her like a plague because of that.

She hated him, but now, it seemed that he might even hate her more than she hated him.

"A minute to go," she heard their tutor say out

 It dawned on her, that she had not achieved anything since this task was given.

She looked around as she saw her colleagues trying to do the finishing touches on their work.

She just sat there, now very conscious as she waited for the submission which she didn't meet up with.

"Time up," the tutor, Mr. Mendes now finally announced.

The tutor instructed them to share their finished work to his PC right away, but she didn't have what to share, so she didn't.

"Miss Joleen," the tutor called out.

"Yes, she answered.

"Why can't I find your sample design here? He asked as all attention now fell on him.

"I 

I don't have any," she answered shamefully.

"And why is that?" Mr. Mendes asked.

"Because she should be in a kitchen, cooking." Talon chirped in, with the purpose of mocking her.

"Derogatory words are not condoned here," Mr. Mendes informed Talon. 

Mr. Mendes correcting Talon didn't make her feel better because she knew that almost all of them didn't want her there. But they just didn't have a choice but to accommodate her.

"I am afraid that if you are not able to create a simple design of your choice, then, you are not fit for my class," the man said.

She knew she wanted a shot at this, wanted a shot at fulfilling her dreams, a shot at creating a better life for herself and her grandmother, so she pushed for another opportunity.

"If I can be spared a little time, I can create something," she pleaded.

She watched the man and his expression didn't seem like he even wanted to hear another word from her.

"I'm afraid that being a designer isn't about your ability to create a design at your own time, it's the ability to create a design at any given time," he said, shutting her out.

He accessed the other works and as soon as the class ended, Mrs. Wayne's assistant had come asking of her.

She followed her and soon arrived at their destination.

..............................

Dennis Wayne was out, practicing his shooting range and targeting. He always had his gun practice from time to time to make sure he still had it. To make sure that he was still in touch, which he was because he hasn't missed one bullet so far.

He was furious about so many things that particular day. His cousin's death, his fast-approaching arranged marriage, his long-time family enemy and business rival, and of recent, a deceit he couldn't help but wonder the reason behind it.

'maybe if he knew that she was a virgin he wouldn't go for her?' was that her fear? Bnm