Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 336: Just Like Déjà Vu

Chapter 336: Just Like Déjà Vu
(Author’s POV)
"Hey, Myra~ ... over here," a girl with Ombre blonde hair called out to her, waving both her hands enthusiastically.
Hearing her name, Myra, who was heading in the opposite direction, stopped and turned around to look for the source of the voice. The girl walked up to her and said, her voice cheery, "Were you on your way to the classroom?"
Myra blinked as she nodded, "Ummhmm~ .... But why are you still here, Shelly?" she questioned her.
"Ohh~ ... I was waiting for you," Shelly stated. Myra gave her a confused look. She and Shelly weren’t very close. They hardly had any conversation apart from assignments and all. So, Myra’s puzzlement was legit. Seeing her unconcealed, muddled up expression, Shelly chuckled and added, "Hehe .... Yesterday, you mentioned that your phone got damaged, right? So, you clearly are not aware of the announcement message?"
"Announcement message? What message?" Myra inquired.
"Yup. They notified that the class has been shifted. Actually, not shifted per se~," Shelly rambled as she continued. "All the Master’s students are to head to the auditorium for today. That’s what it said," She then very casually hooked her hand with Myra’s and started walking.
Myra was aware of how super friendly and great an observer Shelly is, as they had already worked on a group project before. But she was impressed by how Shelly knew about her phone situation. Actually, yesterday, before the start of their Strategic Management class, a classmate asked for Myra’s number. Myra gave it to them and casually mentioned that her phone had gone for repairs, so her number won’t be available for a day or two. At that time, Shelly was talking to someone at some distance. She caught on from there and remembered. That’s why she was waiting for Myra.
"Do you happen to know why they call us?" Myra asked.
"Uh~ ~hh, nopes. Only the professors and the mighty god know about the whys. Seriously, there is always something or the other going on here. They never let us breathe," Shelly said in an exaggerated tone as she rolled her eyes. "Anyways~ .... Your hairstyle~ .... it looks damn cool on you, girl. Badass even. Not like your previous one wasn’t good. It was but this, I love this on you," She complimented Myra as she twirled her hair ends, curling it from her index finger.
And just like that, they chit chatted, mostly Shelly was the one doing the talking, as they arrived at the auditorium. Students were still gathering at the place. As all the post graduates were asked to assemble there, the seminar hall was packed to the brim.
They somehow tussled inside and started looking for a place to sit. All of the faraway seats were already occupied. The middle one was getting filled as well. And only a few were left in the front four rows. Myra and Shelly were about to walk towards two empty seats in the corner, that’s when someone yelled Shelly’s name, "Shelly Courtney .... SHELLS."
Hearing a familiar voice, Shelly narrowed her eyes and looked at the person. A smile appeared on her lips. She then muttered, "That’s my friend, he’s calling. Let’s go to him." Myra wasn’t very good with strangers, and she wasn’t in any mood to meet one. So, she declined and said, "You go ahead. I will go look for the seat."
Shelly knew about her nature as well, so she didn’t push it. "Okay, wait for me. I will just be back."
Myra nodded as Shelly walked away. She then headed to the corner seats, but now, they were taken as well. Scratching her forehead, Myra once again began her seat hunt. Luckily, she found three available seats in an inconspicuous space and walked there, but as she was about to settle in, that annoying guy, Nigel Long, slumped into the centre one.
He then looked at Myra with an irritating, almost sickly grin, trying to provoke her, "Why don’t you take this seat? Or maybe this one?" He pointed to his left and then to his right, that mirthless smile intact on his lips. He just wanted to annoy the shit out of her, like always.
But Myra was having none of his bullcrap. For the past few days, her spirits haven’t been high.
She just gave him an uninterested look and said with a sigh, "You enjoy all three. I will look for somewhere else to sit." She then turned around and walked in the other direction.
Now, only a handful of seats were left, in the front row as well as the second row. The former was a big no-no for her, as most of the professors will be sitting there. So, she headed to the second row.
After a series of ordeals, she finally settled in the centermost part of the second row and kept her bag on the other seat for Shelly. She then realized that it was one of the most noticeable places from the stage. ’I guess that’s why they were still empty,’ Myra mumbled.
Soon, Shelly also joined her, and with a plump sound she eased beside Myra. She then filled in Myra with the information she gathered, "Jasper~ ... my friend, told me that some influential business leader, some sort of tycoon, is coming and going to give a speech and all. SOOO~ FUUUCCCKKKIINNN’ BOOOORIN’ .... Arrrrrggghhhhhh."
Myra’s eyes widened, listening to Shelly’s words as her breath was caught up in her throat. All of a sudden, she was overcome with this strange sense of Déjà vu. Was this a repeat telecast of what happened yesterday? A dreadful expression appeared on her face. She could feel another headache coming.
Shelly noticed the change and asked, almost in a whisper, "You also don’t want to sit here and listen to an oldie’s speech, right? Let’s get out of here."
She took Myra’s hand and was about to sneak out, but someone, who was sitting just ahead of them, turned their head and said, "Ms SHELLY COURTNEY, MS. MYRA MIRACLE. Settle down in your seats this instant."
Both girls turned their attention to see Oswald Mitchell glaring daggers at them. Shelly immediately slumped back into her seat, her posture erect, as she zipped her mouth.
"Sorry for the disturbance," Myra immediately apologized. Now, with Oswald keeping an eye on them, fleeing away was out of the window as well.
Soon, Zachary Johnson walked from behind the stage and took the podium mic. With a friendly smile tucked on his lips, he started, "Good Morning, one and all. I, your dear professor and Head of Business Management, Zachary Johnson, on behalf of Red Stone and Chairperson Larson, welcome you to today’s symposium session. I am thrilled to see all our distinguished professors and postgraduate pursuers under the same roof for the first time. Although~ .... from all the students’ faces, I could clearly guess that you all are confused about why we have asked you to gather in the auditorium. Am I right or am I correct?" He asked amiably. "Your curiosities will soon be dispelled. But before that~ ... I would like to ask you all some questions," he said and began a little pre Q&A session.
"I like Prof. Johnson’s class and him, as a person. But can’t he just cut to the chase? Why the drag on? I want it to get over ASAP," Shelly rolled her eyes as she commented. But she remembered to keep her voice minimal, not wanting it to reach Oswald. Because if this got into his ear, he will surely rip them a new one and that too in front of the whole crowd. That would be a hell of an embarrassing scenario.
After a quick questionnaire round, Prof. Johnson returned back to the original topic, "Okay, now, back to where we were. Today’s seminar is being held to welcome a very, very special guest. He is well established luminary figure in the world among influential business leaders. Now~ ...... with a big round of applause, pleaseeeeeeee~ welcomeeeeeee~ .... The Chief Coordinating Officer of the Everests Group of Co-operations ~ ... MR. ALARIC EVERESTS."
His words were followed by a thunderous roar of cheers as everyone in the stadium started clapping. Alaric Everests was like a household name. Everyone knew about him. His as well as Brave’s face was always plastered in famous business magazines or news outlets. They were called the ’TWIN PEAKS OF EVERESTS’. One was on the COO’s seat, while the other handled the CFO’s position in the prestigious Everests Corporation, taking the company to new and impeccable heights.
All were happy and excited as Alaric stepped out from behind the stage. His steps were imposing and smooth as he looked commanding, clad in azure colored suit, underneath which he wore a jet black shirt.
Not one person could look away from him and his regal aura. Even the uninterested Shelly’s eyes were lit up now. She muttered while clapping enthusiastically, "They should have mentioned that it was Alaric Everests, and I wouldn’t have complained at all. Thank you, Prof. Mitchell, for stopping us. Right Myra? My~ra?"
To Be Continued . . . . . . .