Lovers On The Run
Saturday Morning.
(Allow The Eagles to Fly, Prof. Philip Miller.)
(This Is Unacceptable, Prof. Philip Miller.)
(The Eaglets Need The Eagle's Wing To Soar.)
(Prof. Philip Miller, the Bad Egg in the Educational Sector)
(Give the Cherry Fields a Chance to Sustain the Feathers of the Eagle, Prof. Miller)
(Prof. Miller Killed The Glory of the Eagles City University.)
The nation woke up to a piece of upsetting news that the authorities considered sabotage, especially the educational sector. The Prime Minister and the Provincial Governments responsible for education condemned the act. The dailies were bearing different captions of the same story.
The radio and the television houses were not left out. Many Educational Analysts were analyzing the boosts that the Educational System would have achieved if the old fox, Prof. Philip Miller, had not been a hindrance. Meanwhile, Jeff, Leon, and his grandfather were at the manor watching it and smiling because the share of the company had shot up drastically, while Prof. Philip Miller collapsed when he woke up to see the headlines.
Monday Morning
Mr. Philip Miller was out of danger and recuperating in the hospital. Meanwhile, the school was on a rampage. Lecturers and some students were seen at the gate of the University with placards and different inscriptions.
(Prof. Philip Miller, The Vice-Chancellor, Is a Pervert.)
(He Should Be In The Zoo.)
(He Had Wrecked Our Noble University.)
(Give Our Eagle Its Feathers Back.)
(The Eagle Must Not Lose Its Feathers.)
(Rest in Peace, Prof.)
(How Can The Eaglets Soar?)
Meanwhile, the Governing Board of the university had had enough embarrassment. So, they ordered the rampaging students to leave the gate and return to the Multipurpose Hall, and they obeyed. Then, the road became clear for motorists to drive into the university and the traffic flow eased off too.
At the Multipurpose Hall.
The Chairman of the Governing Board Prof. James Campbell addressed the students. He did not say much, he only announced the Acting Vice-Chancellor as Prof. Clement Thompson. He was one of Prof. Philip Miller's subordinates.
“Thank you so much for your understanding. I wish to announce that Prof. Clement Thompson is the Acting Vice-Chancellor. This is a trying period for the school, with your support, we will bring back the glory of our noble university.”
Now, Prof. Campbell paused and waited for the students to cheer up to their contents.
“Wow! That is an excellent choice.”
“Yes, Prof. Thompson is the man.”
“Ride on, Prof.”
“Get rid of the bad eggs.”
Afterwards, he continued.
“Other information would be communicated to you. Thank you all for listening. You can return to your classes.”
The Chairman of the Governing Board wanted to redeem the image of the school – total redemption. He did not want the press to report that the students missed their lectures, not even for a minute. That was his reason for sending them back to their classes immediately.
Meanwhile, the students were happy, and they chatted among themselves as they walked back to their lecture hall.
“I'm very certain that Prof. Thompson would deliver.”
“I agree too.”
The gentlemen and ladies of the press took advantage of the reformation and hype the school and the Cherry Fields Oil and Gas Group with attention-grabbing headlines.
(Cherry Fields Adopted The Eagles City University.)
(Imagine Eagles City University under Cherry Field)
(The Eagles Had Rejuvenated)
(Thanks to the Cherry Fields)
(A New Dawn for the Eagles City University. Says Cherry Fields.)
Meanwhile, the press had the characteristics of exaggerating issues out of proportion. That story was not an exemption. The results that the exaggeration yielded were apt. Everyone benefited. The Cherry Fields was gaining in the stock market. The number of students that had applied with the Eagles City University for the next academic year tripled the facilities available, but Cherry Fields Oil and Gas Group was equal to the task.
Meanwhile, the lectures for that day were held accordingly. No time was lost. At the end of the day, Jeff and Leon returned home with their new car- a bulletproof car that was not attractive but solid. Mr. Morris had fished it out from the fleet of the armored cars at the Industrial Area Complex. He was being proactive since he noticed that Jeff and Leon were prone to attack. They met him in his study working. He preferred leaving the office early to receive his grandson.
“Hi, grandpa.”
Jeff greeted.
“Hi, Mr. Morris.”
Leon greeted.
“Welcome back. I hope the lectures went well?”
“Yes, dad. As you must have known, the Governing Board had forced the despicable VC to step aside.”
Jeff said as he took his seat beside him.
“Yes, that is what the Parents Forum expected of them long ago.”
Mr. Morris pointed out as Jeff stared at the center table in front of him.
“Well, it's better late than never. Let me leave you to do your work.”
“It's all right.”
“By the way, have you had your lunch?”
“Yes. Mr. Robert served me soup and bagels.”
“That's good. But you need more fruits and veggies. I will get them right away.”
“All right son.”
After about twenty minutes, Jeff and Leon joined Mr. Morris in the study with a bowl of fruits and a bowl of veggies. Moments like that gave Mr. Morris unspeakable joy. The moment he thought he would never experience in his life.
Tuesday Morning. At the Eagles City University.
The Governing Board and the Acting Vice-Chancellor worked round the clock. They needed to clear the mess the former Vice Chancellor had plunged the school into. The staff also cooperated and with that, some abnormalities were fished out and nipped in the bud. Subsequently, a communiqué was issued.
The students got to the school as usual and met other students standing in twos and threes. The newspaper vendors were busy as they were overwhelmed by the numerous clients seeking their attention. Jeff and Leon were dumbfounded.
“Big brother, I will check the notice board while you queue up.”
Leon declared.
“It's all right, Leon. See you later.”
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