"And so what are you really now?" Walter asked, now getting to fully comprehend that James had been a liar from the start. He did not know who to trust. Now he could really see that it was truly a good thing that he did not make the big reveal. James did not know what to give as an answer. Now he understood the reason Walter had been so unsteady before. The professor was really such an intelligent person."You've still not given us an answer, James," the man said. "Who exactly are you? Why the hell have you been lying to be a major stakeholder in the Hiatus Hotel?"James wondered if it would be wise to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, to Walter and the professor. He still did not do much about the professor to trust that the man did not want the information for nefarious reasons. But he thought he could trust Walter. After all, Walter was his friend, sort of.But the point of confusion was on whether or not his "friend," Walter, was also not revolving in the hands of the pr

That morning Isaiah had woken up feeling energetic. This was, in many ways, different from how he usually felt in the morning. The ring on his finger had a soft glow. He looked at it in askance."Not this damn thing again" he whispered to himself, as it was still morning. His phone rang out. It was Jenny calling. He picked it up. "Hello, Jenny" he said, half yawning."Easy with your morning breath" she teased "Good morning. Isaiah what is this thing they are telling us about an assignment that might get us to fail the business management course this semester?""Oh that?" He said, squatting on the bed. "I might have gotten our class into some trouble with the new professor. Don't worry, it's nothing much.""What do you mean it's nothing?" Jenny retorted. "How can an assignment that could get us to fail be nothing, Isaiah? And how come I am only getting to know of this today. Why did you not tell me yesterday?""You were not there on that day" Isaiah replied. "I don't really think you

The man turned his gaze at Jenny afterwards. "And now what do you want me to do?" He asked mischievously."Well, seeing that I wasn't around at the time of the class, as I have explained to you the predicament that I was in, I'd expect—""To be left off?" The professor asked with a mocking smirk. Jenny fell quiet. It was what she was thinking to say but since the man had said it, she was not sure he was going to agree."Well... Maybe...sir?""Nonsense!" Professor Strathmore exclaimed, laughing as well. "People who miss a call get signed absent. And this is a big deal if you want to pass my course. And furthermore, it doesn't seem like you've learned anything from your past predicament. From what I can tell, you're still cozying up to the same person that supposedly had you kidnapped."Jenny stood up. "But sir, there is no proof Isaiah had me kidnapped. That is just a stupid rumor spread by people in this school who have nothing better to do with their lives than poke their heads in

The classroom was a microcosm of much activity, or inactivity, depending in part on what point of view they were looking from. Some students had already figured out what to do, while the others had not quite. While many were hunched over their desks, working on their paper, some lay back on their chairs, depressed and hopeless."What are we even supposed to do?" One of the students cried out, holding his hair. He had already seen failure in sight. The only reassurance he had was that if he were to fail, he had Isaiah to blame."I'll tell you what to do for a price?" Someone said. Everyone could recognize this voice. It annoyed them like the buzzing of a fly across one's ears."What?" A student asked, suddenly annoyed at who was speaking. "Why should we pay you money for anything? You're the one who brought this nonsense upon us, Isaiah. By right, you're supposed to pay us, you asshole."The rest of the students cheered in unison."Well, suit yourselves if you want to fake it," Isai

"Are you really sure about this?" Jenny asked, looking up to Isaiah."Yeah," he said. "The professor isn't that scary. "Then I'll go with you," Jenny said. Isaiah thought of protesting but decided against it. If the man was not as scary as everyone was thinking he was, it made quite a lot of sense to let Jenny go with him."Okay," he said finally, after giving it much heavy thought."Tch!" Walter hissed.Isaiah turned to him. "Is there something you really want to say, Walter? Spit it out; don't let it choke you out. Come on.""I've made up my mind to keep comments to myself, however they are," Walter replied, a cheeky smile on his lips. "It serves me better. Until the end, when I know what you really are, Isaiah. As for now, I am only going to keep watch.""Whatever it is you get, please do tell me." Isaiah retorted, "Do tell me." "I am curious. I like knowing things about myself that I did not know before.""Tch... You'll see. It might shock you what I will find about you, but we'