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Wanted Here – Ch.14 | KT OLLA

THAT year when Cannon’s senior staff members thought to prove themselves, they chose to guest a talk show.

The school summoned Vincent Macaulay as the spokesman for their matter. They wanted him to talk well about his lecturers and clear them of suspicions.

They wanted him insisting that the research was jointly done.

So, the teachers at Cannon did quite well in explaining the man’s role. And Vincent promised he got everything.

Now the Cannon people had scripted the talk. As the show was live on a popular TV channel across the region.

But then something happened and things went contrary to plan. As their spokesperson wasn’t an actor.

That day when the nerd of a speaker saw the cameras zoom on him, he forgot everything that he’d been taught to say.

“We did it together! Prof and I did the research together!” he blurted.

“It’s not what you’re thinking at all! We did the research together!”

The man went on repeating the words, “We did it together.” But the more he said those things, the more unbelievable they seemed to folks watching.

Vincent was simply nervous,  but he came across as somebody forced to do the interview.

He sounded to people like he answered under duress.

But still, that show was live and the blooper was seen by people across the Caribbean Sea.

So, instead of undoing what had been done, Cannon’s effort quickly became their undoing.

And then a cold war began to loom between the teachers and their pupils.

It was a battle of rivalry.

However, the nerdy fellow wasn’t quite naive to not see what he’d done. He understood what the school wanted, and he was ready to help.

But he wasn’t just social enough to pull off the interview. And it hurt him he spoilt the plan.

But then again, Cannon tried to rescue itself. The school offered Vincent a teaching job to, at least, blur the line between the two parties.

They thought that if the student who happened to spite his lecturers was also made a Cannon teacher, then the talks would cease and they’d gain public support.

But this, too, didn’t work for the folks, as Vincent preferred working at his laboratory to teaching students.

So, he turned down their offer. 

Even so, the young Macaulay knew what he’d done to Cannon. He knew there’d be consequences.

Then years passed, and his nephew grew up and wanted to school at the place.

So the man rushed down to his parents and made efforts to change their mind.

His frantic efforts failed that year as the Lópezes never saw the weight of his story.

Still, he let them in on what Cannon had become. But they were outsiders, and they wouldn’t understand.

So, when Vincent realized he couldn’t stop them, he decided to give the kid a special tip.

He told the boy to never attempt to show his wings at Cannon.

That he should lay low while getting the grades, and shouldn’t flaunt his wits.

“Come to my research centre and do all you want to do there,” he’d told the young chap then.

“Don’t just get involved with these people on work and research basis.”

Marcuz entered the university before he realized the weight of his uncle’s words.

Moreover, he was just academically brilliant and wasn’t a sort of genius. So he’d really got no wings that could’ve intimidated them.

Now Marcuz went through college doing nothing extra. Like a breeze of air waving pass.

He made no change and left no trail. He simply went, and saw, and walked on.

Yet night stars have got nothing doing under clouds. So Destiny was offering this runaway, a rerun.

It was handing Marcuz a higher call. But he didn’t know he could fly.

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