Two years of patience, two years of everyone placing him at the bottom, while he watches people who came barely two weeks, promoted for improvement at the Elite department. Golden thread is one of the top fashion Institutions in the Ivory city with more of students from Aristocratic families. It is not a place for people that belong to the lower class. Hence, Students like Rowan, who had the rare chance, scoring scholarship into the school are constantly faced with oppression. Rowan had been at the Starter class for two years despite his hard work, a place basically meant for newbies and those who had failed and failed. He hurried along the walk way, sweats dripping from his collar shirt. Pressing closer, he could hear the voice of a teacher echoing through the window of the Starter class. "Damn," He muttered. "I'm late for Mentor Kai 's class." He quickened his pace. Getting to the heavy oaks door, he paused and took a deep breath, bracing for whatever the morning had in place

*********************"Burn it!!" Mr. Grant tossed the suit to one of the Securities."Yes, Sir." The security moved immediately to carry out the instruction.Rowan's heart twisted."No..no.." He struggled to break from the other security's grip, but he was overpowered. "please don't do this...Sir..""Take him away," Mr. Grant sneered, "he's causing a nuisance in the hall already." He dusted his palm, like the sample had left maggot on his palm. He turned, walking out.The security's grip tightened on Rowan to throw him out of the hall. Rowan's scream became louder and desperate, his struggles restraining against the security push."P— please, sir. Please don't burn the cloth.."A kid in an expensive suit, maybe eight or ten years, laughed like he was watching an anime character on display, one woman intentionally lounged on a pew, swirling champagne like she was getting the best entertainment in a long time."Move now, or I'll drag you out!" The security threatened.But Rowan didn't

"But why me. Why me?" Rowan asked, voice trembling in confusion.Madame Joyce smiled. Sharp. Her beauty still looks effortless, disputing her actual age. Thirty five and clocking thirty six soon."Because i believe you're worthy, Rowan." She said, confident with her words. "now you have to practically show me that I wasn't wrong about you." She nodded at him. Go ahead and sign the document.Rowan's mind raced. He glanced at the document again. $500 billion. Half of Joyce Lang's wealth. At the bottom, the space to put his signature stared back. A chance to give the world that humiliated him back their bitter dose.He grabbed the Aurora diamante pen. The ink bled on the A4 sheet at the first kiss. Rowan's heart raced... this is it. This is what he'd wanted. A chance to show his flair to the world. Smoothly, he scrawled his signature on the paper. Madame Joyce took the sheet to access it, nodding her head in satisfaction.She reached a mini purse fixed to the inner double document hold

Rowan let out a bitter laugh. Not the kind that comes from pain, but that type that carried the low cackle that someone is making a big mistake."You..called me a dreamer now," Rowan started, "who was it when you complained you needed to upgrade your wardrobe. Who tutored you math when your professor was threatening you with expulsion or open your damn legs to get A. Who supported your mum, stayed with her twenty-four hours when she was in that sick bed?!"For a second. A splitting second maybe. Guilt was palpable in her expression..or maybe it was pity. The kind of pity that says;"O, boy! The boy had really suffered!" "I never begged you to do all of these things Rowan. It was your wish," Anabelle snapped, adjusting the bedsheet on her body. "You're the good guy. So you don't get to rub it on my face now like you've moved the world for me. Any other person could have done any of those things for me."Rowan smiled, disappointment heavy in his eyes.The commotion caught the attention

Two securities with no damn sign of drowsiness in their eyes flanked both sides of the entrance like statues."Good evening, Sir," one of them stepped forward one step. "Access card, Sir."Rowan looks confused. "Access card?" He repeated with a creased brow. "I have no idea i needed something like that before I can pass.""Then you're a new customer, Sir." he said, giving out a welcome smile. "You're welcome to Velvet Crest, Sir." "Thank you." Ethan nodded with a smile."Please you'll give me just a few seconds to get you the access card, Sir." He said politely. Rowan nodded gently, stepping to the side. "Alright."The security reached out and tapped a button on a smart machine on a wall. The rectangular screen displayed some letters; 'printing access card' and humming through the process.Immediately the screen blinked green light, a smart slipped out from the machine. The whole process didn't take up to five seconds."Here, Sir." The security gave a gentle bow."Thanks." Rowan co