The Inseparables

17. Collins Mension

Collins Mension

It was their evening tea time, they were sitting in the garden when a car came to the Gate-1 of the Mension, the guards came to Mr. Collins and asked weather he can allow the car, he asked who it is, "Alfred James Chancellor from kerela" the guard answered. Mr. Collins was unaware of everything so he asked why he wants to meet him, "just something important about his son" Alfred told the guard.

Alfred came into there drawing room and made him comfortable, Mr. And Mrs. Collins both were seated on the sofa to the opposite of Alfred. Alfred came with a few guards, a few were standing out in the garden and two were standing just after the entrance of drawing room.

Alfred though bad but no doubt he was handsome, he had an expensive taste of wearing, he had brown eyes. He wore a blue coat and pants with his blue tuxedo he was 6' and he had a great body but just a little tummy. A fair complexion with black and hairfull beard. He walked like royals and had a class. May be that's how he impressed Margaret but just he was a bad man.

For a few minutes Alfred said just nothing, both Mr. And Mrs Collins sat in patience because they trust their son in both the aspect, his intelligence and his power. Nor he would do anything to make the low their heads neither who would go through something they had to worry about.

"Mr and Mrs Collins" Alfred started and sat back with his one leg kept over other in an ill-mannered form.
"You have only one son, let's consider your situation if..." He said keeping his voice low but effective, he looked straight into Mr Collins eyes and moved one hand's finger slowly along his neck, showing the sign of Andrew getting killed.

Mr. And Mrs. Collins were no young to hear these kind of threats. They both looked at each other and grinned. Alfred frowned. This is an old technique to make your enemy believe in your confidence.
Mr Collins made him more focused towards Alfred and said "oh really! You will kill... My child" emphasizing my child.

"Yes because he deserves this, why the hell is he searching clues for what I did in past or present, what does he think I don't know anything. I am far better then where he is,... tell him I will soon come and kill him or I will get him killed" he said last sentence after standing.
Mr Collins now stood up and smiled at him "okay I will" that was just what he said.

Alfred then moved out.

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Emma's POV

I was sitting at my apartment today and was drawing, I noticed it's 10 and I started at 5 in the morning and this time I completely knew what to draw. I wanted to draw a big portrait of the man I love to stare. It's not yet done and thankfully I have time to do because I don't know why my boss provided me with a 4 day leave. But I miss my boss.

Ring*Ring

It's my phone.
"Hello"
"Hello is it Emma Watson"
"Yes, who is it."
"I am speaking from New Delhi, College of Arts."
"Yes" I am confused, because I haven't  even tried to contact them.
"First, I would like to appreciate your marvellous work of art, your art is very deep."
"Thank you.. b.." I tried to say but she cut me in between.
"Second, our Director wants you to be the student of second year and we will provide you a full scholarship, you may come on Monday to complete the process"
"Okay" was all I could say. And wait for Monday.

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Andrew's POV

From the moment Emma was found in his office painting.

I came back from the washroom and saw that the painting was more beautiful now and now I can remember that it's the Shimla library where we saw each other the first time.

"Watsy!!! Let's go" I took her and started moving.
"But where are we going"
"I am taking you to your apartment"
"Ohk"
"I am giving you holidays"
"Ohk... And why is that so?"
"Just because I feel like I should" I smiled at her to make sure that everything is ok.

I dropped her home and came back to my office, she has no idea that I'm back to my office. I called Jack, "Jack, just make me an appointment with director of College of Arts."
"Yes Sir"
I have good link with him but yet I want him to admit her on his own will.

Ring*Ring
Jack's call after a few minutes.
"Sir, he said he would love to meet you at his place at any time in the evening."
"Tell him I'm coming" I didn't want to delay it.
I took the painting and moved to his place. When I entered, Mr. Harsh was already waiting from me in his drawing room. He got up to shake hand, "what brings you here gentlemen" he was so sweet person.
"This" I handed him the painting which was too big to be handed because I didn't pull it off the board, that way it looked more pretty.
"Wowww" I can see his reading eyes of appreciation.
"Would you like to admit her in your college?"  I asked.
"I would love to directly provide her degree" he said in amusement.
"Who is she?" Then he asked seriously.
"My PA"
"Why didn't she admitted at once, why is she your PA"
"She had some financial problem, she has become an orphan last year" I would never tell this to any one but Mr. Harsh wasn't just anyone, I know he is good by heart.
"Okay, so, I wanna admit her in special child quota, with scholarship and direct admission to second year"
"That's great! But don't tell her that I came"
"What will I say then?"
"Say that you saw her painting in my office"
"Okay sure"
I took the painting and hanged it in my office.