The Extravagant Maverick Parker

A visit to Hampton Corporation

For the next two days, Maverick decided to work on the project assigned by Mrs. Clarkson. It might be too early to start doing the task, as the deadline was about two weeks away. Yet, he preferred to start doing it as an early bird.

The moment the afternoon class was done, Maverick walked past the other students who were heading to different areas. Once he reached the gate, he booked an online taxi through his phone. The app then led to the finding of a certain driver in his campus area.

As he had to wait for the taxi to come, he stood near the gate. In the waiting time, his orbs witnessed a few scenes around. Firstly, he caught a group of girls walking side by side, carrying luxurious, branded bags.

Among those girls, there is a Ella Coleman, the most beautiful girl in Sunny Drive University. Her dark brown long wavy hair swayed, exposing her tiny sweet face. Her almond-brown eyes, exuding cheerfulness and positive vibes, were aimed at her friends as she smiled and responded to the casual conversation.

Besides being mesmerizing, a charming face was accompanied by slander and a slim body. At that time, her white tank top covered with a green cardigan, slightly exposed her slim belly. For the bottom itself, she wore a pair of baggy jeans that were not so tight.

The existence of the girl always bothered attention of most men there, including Maverick. He might be in the same class as Ella, but he never tried to start a conversation with her. It was because he felt she was unreachable. Another reason was that many of the rich men ran after her.

Yet, as his stares were locked on Ella, he pondered to himself, "Hopefully, there is a stroke of luck that makes me close to her. She is literally a campus goddess."

For the next minute, his attention to Ella was distracted by salty reactions from Aiden and Dean who were standing behind Maverick. "Oh, are you falling for, Ella, nerdy?" Aiden teased.

The question made Maverick turn his body, facing them. He stood still in silence, attempting to control himself so those men would not assault him insanely. To be frank, he was outnumbered, and it was ridiculous to defeat Aiden and Dean.

Furthermore, Dean walked closer and sneered, "Are you planning to run after Ella Coleman? It's just in your dreams, Parker!"

Maverick, clenching his fists, could not keep his mouth shut anymore. Therefore, he inhaled gently and replied, "Why are you so nosy? It's my right to approach Ella or not."

Aiden stared at Maverick madly. He flipped his fringe. Through his brown orbs, he believed Maverick was trying to defend himself. "Wow, look at him. This nerd is quite brave to defend himself. Do you wanna have fist fqquippeddfor another round?" He quipped.

"Maybe, the previous lesson was not enough, bro," Dean responded. His smile contained smugness and arrogance mixed together. He also cracked his knuckles, indicating he was ready for attacking Maverick once again.

Maverick was tense while witnessing their gestures. He tried to look for quick solutions to escape, but it seemed to be a fat chance. Panic attacked his calmness, so it was impossible to clear a haze of worry in his mind.

Yet, at that point, he was saved by the bell. The online taxi he had booked arrived with a gentle honk. The driver opened the window and uttered, "Excuse me. I come here based on the order under Maverick Parker."

"That's me!" Maverick confirmed. He sounded relieved because there were no more fights.

Once he got into the taxi and disappeared, Aiden and Dean stared unpleasantly. In their minds, they planned to harm Maverick further, but they sought a better chance and strategy to occur.

-**-

Twenty-five minutes later, Maverick arrived at Hampton Corporation. As he stepped inside the company building, he was amazed by the luxurious interior on the ground floor. Near the entrance, on the right side, there was a tiny living room with four orange sofas and a medium-sized coffee table.

Then, as he kept his steps steady, he also spotted a small section where a security guard was standing, a man in his mid-thirties with a navy blue uniform. On the left side, under his shoulder, the name tag with the name 'Sean' was pasted. "Good afternoon, sir. May I know the occasion here?" He welcomed politely.

Maverick acknowledged the question well. Consequently, he took an assignment letter from his campus and handed it to Sean. The young man immediately scanned the letter in a few moments. Afterwards, he told the receptionist staff about it.

"Just wait in the living room there. Gabby will check if Mr. Weswood is available." Sean ordered. His left hand pointed out the room he meant that was on the right side, near the entrance.

Maverick gave a quick nod. He obeyed what the security said. As he sat and waited, there were around three men in black suits entering the building. Along with their existence, there was a middle-aged woman in a wheelchair. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience," She muttered in her breath.

"It's fine, Ms. We don't mind helping you," One of the bodyguards responded while pushing the wheelchair. They were heading to the left hall where the elevators were placed.

That view caused Maverick to think of a cunning strategy. He remembered clearly that his purpose was not only to finish his duty as a university student. He was there to make an acquaintance with Mr. Westwood and Mrs. Hampton.

Around three minutes onwards, a receptionist approached him and informed him, "Thank you for waiting patiently, sir. Based on the information I got, Mr. Westwood is available for the interview. You can walk to the left hall there. By an elevator, you can go to the fourth floor."

"So Mr. Westwood's room is there?" Maverick made sure that the information was valid.

The male staff nodded and verified, "Yes, it is. Simply, walk to the middle hall, and reach the room at the corner. There will be a tag with 'Director's Room' written on it."

"Okay. Thank you for the guidance." Maverick replied. He then stood up, getting ready to meet the director whom he used to see in some television programs.

TO BE CONTINUED.