The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

The Consortium's Heir chapter 61

Chapter 61 With the issue of his personal assistant sorted out, Darius could finally rest easy. Now he wouldn't have to worry about his

workload. The only thing he needed to do was sign the important documents that needed his signature and leave the rest to Erin. His sleep

that night was a peaceful one.

The next morning Darius woke up earlier than he usually did. His one week leave the university granted him for being the highest contributor

at the charity gala was finally over, and he was resuming school today. 1

As he prepared for school, Darius wondered how his classmates would behave when they saw him now. He had checked the class main

chat on his messaging app a few times so that he could be up to date with the happenings at school. During the few times he checked, he

saw that they had mentioned him a lot of times.

The events at the charity gala had spread to the majority of the student body. Details of how Darius arrived in a very fancy sports car, outbid

both Pearl and David and became the highest contributor in the charity gala had spread so much that there were now different and

exaggerated rumors in tandem with the truth.

There were also several rumors about Darius himself. As someone who was known by the student body to be a very poor student, his

sudden elevation to one of the richest students in the university was very shocking. In all honesty, it was quite unbelievable.

There were many speculations about how he suddenly became so rich. Some said that he had gotten a high paying job; after all he was

quite brilliant, while others said that he had gotten a rich woman to sponsor him by offering her special services. This was also quite

believable, as Darius was incredibly good looking and attractive.

There were also other bizarre rumors and speculations, but they were all off the mark. Despite the rumors and speculations, there was no

changing the fact that Darius Reid was no longer a pauper. Darius took his shower and had his breakfast before exiting his apartment. On his

way down to his private garage, he did not forget to send his grandfather a message, informing him that he had finally gotten an assistant to

help him out. After confirming the message had been sent, he got into his Bugatti and drove off. The drive to the university was a quick one.

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After thirty minutes, he parked his car neatly at a parking space close to where his lectures were being held. It was not that he didn’t want to

drive his car to the lecture hall. He just didn't want to deal with the crowd that such a conspicuous car would gather at the moment. He was

already running late for class, and he arriving in such a fancy car would inevitably cause a delay that might result in him missing the class.

The lecture hall was only a two minute walk from the parking lot, so Darius was sure that he would be

able to make it in time before the lecture started.

As he walked, several people turned to look at him. Darius looked completely different from his past

self; therefore they couldn't tell where they had seen him before. Darius noted their stares but paid

them no heed. When he got to the lecture hall, the rowdy classroom instantly fell quiet. Unlike the

onlookers Darius met on his short walk to the lecture

hall, his classmates were different, as they instantly recognized him at once.

Unlike before when they would start gossiping and making snide remarks about Darius, it wasn't the

case this time. They all stared at Darius apprehensively. His status had been greatly elevated in their

eyes, so they knew that they had to tread carefully with him now. Darius didn't bother about it as he had

long gotten used to receiving stares. When he was still a pauper, he had no friends among his

classmates. They all avoided him because he was poor. Now that he was rich, they still avoided him,

but for the opposite reason now. They found it hard to approach him now that he was wealthy for fear

of offending him.

Darius walked confidently to his seat and sat down. Their wariness would only last a while. Soon

enough, they would get over their shyness and start wanting to be his friend not because they liked

him, but because of the benefits they could get from being his friend. It was how life was.

The lecturer came in at that moment, signaling the start of the class. Everyone finally stopped stealing

glances and focused on the lecture. As intriguing as Darius’ rise to wealth was, the lecture still took

priority over him. Darius would not hand them certificates after all.

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The rest of the school hours passed peacefully. Soon enough, it was 1 pm, the time his lectures for the

day ended. Darius was certainly pleased with how the day went. He was on his way to the parking lot

when his phone abruptly rang. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Marcus, his former

roommate and friend who was demanding a video call. A warm smile appeared on Darius' face before

he accepted the call.

"Hello Darius!" Marcus voice sounded excitedly from the other end of the phone.

"Hello Marcus!" Darius replied just as excitedly as Marcus.

"It's been a while man! I’m sure you've forgotten about us! You’ve been so busy heh? No more time for

US. Is that it?" Marcus asked playfully, but Darius could hear the undertone of hurt in his voice.

Darius sighed inwardly. Indeed he had been so busy the past week that he completely forgot about

everything else. The only things that were on his mind were his work and getting a personal assistant,

therefore he felt very guilty when he heard Marcus' accusation.

"Of course not. How could I forget about you?" Darius denied immediately."

"I've just been very busy this past week, which was why I was unable to call or text. I'll make it up to you guys today. I promise." Darius

pleaded.

"How would you do that? Oh I see that you are close to your department building. Did you attend classes today?" Marcus asked.

"Yes I did. Didn't I promise to take you all out for a meal? Well I'm very free now. What about you?" Darius asked.

"Oh. I’m free now. Rudd and Greg are still busy, but they will be done in a few minutes. We can meet up and have that meal today." Marcus

affirmed.

"Alright. Wait for me there. I'll come meet you now." Darius said.

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"Okay. We'll be waiting." Marcus replied happily before disconnecting the call. Darius smiled warmly for a brief moment. He thought about

driving his car to meet them, but

decided against it when he remembered that his car was a sports car with only two seats. There were three of them, including him making it

four. There was no way they would be able to fit into his car.

Darius sighed. He had indeed made a slight blunder when choosing his cars. Out of excitement, he had forgotten that a situation like now

might come up. He might have to get another car that was very convenient and spacious soon. After all, he couldn't keep driving his fancy

sport cars to every destination he went. With that thought, he turned and began walking toward his three closest friends.

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