Office Romance with a Werewolf - Chapter 142

“Please help save the pack. Please save the family?” Randell repeated what Wendell had told him and scoffed at it.

He ended up rejecting every word Wendell told him, walked out of Wendell’s office, and ended up staring at his reflection in the comfort room’s mirror.

“Family?”

Randell thought that Wendell was thinking ahead of himself. The pack was never Randell’s family.

Of course, he is concerned and does not want any harm to come to such race, but he will not waste his time trying to save it.

“Maybe Ranz will feel like it, but I won’t.”

Randell stared at his reflection more, feeling the exhaustion of always trying to figure out what he truly was.

He wondered if he had truly become an empty shell after Ranz left his body.

Does he not have originality?

What does he really want?

Why does he feel like there is something lacking in him?

Bump

Bump

Bump

He lifted his head after bumping it three times against the wall.

“Screw this!”

He stormed out of the comfort room and went outside the building without properly timing out of work. He drove his scar off the road, and without much thought, he ended up in front of a city university gate.

“Excuse me? What’s the purpose of the visit, sir?” The gate guard asked Randell before he let him enter the university grounds.

“Going to check for college admission.” Randell politely responded while showing his ID.

The gate guard let him in and also instructed him which way he should go.

With sweaty hands, Randell parked the car and went out with trembling knees.

“What was I thinking? Am I allowed to be here?” He regrets acting rush and was thinking of turning back.

He desired a fresh start in order to discover his own identity, but he was also terrified of the new environment, especially since he would be facing it alone.

“No! No! I can do this! I will distance myself from the pack and won’t bother Ranz and Nida. I am sure I can find my own peace!” Randell exclaimed with determination, but he moved forward and walked like a robot.

“Excuse me? May I know where I can enroll?” Randell asked a lady who was standing at the entrance of the administrative building.

“Did you take your admission test already, sir?” The lady responded politely.

“No, not yet.” Randell responded awkwardly. He feels stupid for enrolling in the university without first conducting research and for forgetting about the admission test. “Oh! I am not trying to get into a board exam related course. Is there any courses here that I can enroll in with ease?” Randell fiddles with his coat and slowly turns red. He thought the lady might think that he might be some kind of idiot for taking college admission so lightly, as if Randell was just out shopping, randomly picking out things he felt like taking just because he felt like it.

“Is there a specific course you have in mind, sir?” The lady patiently talked to Randell, even if it’s obvious from her forced smile that she thought of Randell as an oddball.

“Oh, no! I don’t!” Randell took a step back from the lady and apologized. “I am sorry for bothering you. I don’t, I mean I was not… ugh! I am sorry!”

Randell was about to leave, but the lady grabbed his hand and said, “How about trying some vocational courses, sir, while you are still figuring out what course you want.”

Randell felt the lady’s soft hand on his sweaty hand and hurriedly pulled them out of embarrassment.

“I am sorry for grabbing your hand, sir! Anyway, I am actually teaching vocational courses here, but we lack students and the institution is on the verge of dissolving! Can you admit to one while you’re still undecided?” The lady, with her pleading eyes, leans forward, looking up at Randell.

Randell realized why the lady was standing alone in the entrance; she was out to recruit enrollees.

“T-then please guide me.” Randell uncomfortably agreed to the lady’ suggestion since Randell didn’t want to go back empty handed.

“Seriously? Oh my goodness! Thank you!” The lady grabbed his hand again and began shaking it repeatedly. Randell became more uncomfortable because of his sweaty hands. “You don’t have to worry about admissions; I’ll help you get in right away!”

The lady made it obvious that she was desperately in need of enrollees and guided Randell to a separate building.

“OLAH! I brought a new recruit!” the lady shouted the moment she entered the office for vocational course. And five people’s eyes instantly landed on Randell.

“Hey! Act properly and you will scare him off!” The oldest person in the group scolded the lady. Then he approached Randell and introduced himself. “I am Belaru, the head of this group. Every one of us is teaching vocational courses. I teach car and bike mechanic courses.” Belaru said while gracefully pointing to himself. He then pointed towards the others and, one by one, introduced them. “That one is Ms. Gabo. She’s teaching make-up and beautician training. This one is Sir Ongog. He is teaching woodworking and carpentry training. Here is Miss Aban. She’s teaching pet grooming courses. And last, Sir Lontok is teaching cooking and baking courses.”

“And my name is Lady. I am teaching Mehendi (henna) designing! I would love it if you came to my course.” The lady said proudly.

“Your name is Lady?” Randell asked, as he found the lady’s name unique. The lady’s name is Lady.

“Hey! Why are you introducing yourself here? Did you drag him here without introducing yourself?” Belaru interjected, feeling ridiculous about the Lady’s eccentricity.

“It’s okay! He isn’t bothered by it, right sir?”

“Ah, Y-yes.”

Everyone heaved a long sigh except for Randell and the lady, then their curious gaze returned to him again. “So sir, which course are you going to take?” Belaru asked as everyone anticipated his answer.

“I’ll take the Henna course.” Randell responded without thinking because he could not take the pressure any longer.

“I have five students now!” The lady rejoiced that her course wouldn’t be terminated. With her sparkling eyes, she thanked Randell and pulled him to sit at her table.

The other instructors just shook their heads and resumed whatever they were doing.

“Please fill up this form and here is the list of the requirements for admission.” The lady happily gives him a piece of paper and a pen, and Randell just takes whatever is given to him.

“You’re twenty-eight, sir.”

Randell completed the form, but the lady was puzzled over something.

“And your last job and education were 10 years ago? What have you been doing after that?” The lady asked curiously.

Randell didn’t input the education attainment and job experience Ranz had achieved because it was not his. He honestly answered the form and would love to be evaluated as Randell alone.

“Nothing. I was asleep.” Randell replied honestly.

“Haha! Funny sir. Are you in a coma?” The lady scoffed at Randell’s response, but awkwardly stopped after Randell remained serious. “So you were asleep for ten whole years?”

“Please don’t announce it to the world.” Randell said because the lady’s voice was a bit louder.

“Oh, no! I am very sorry! Don’t worry, I’ll provide great experience for this course! You will enjoy it! Promise!” The lady ended up talking in a hushed tone. Even though Lady is really strange, she smoothly guided Randell to enroll, and she became a little bit nicer to Randell when she discovered that Randell had been asleep for a long time.

“See you tomorrow, sir! I will make sure the course is a whole lot of experience for everyone.” Randell responded with a short bob when the Lady enthusiastically said goodbye.

He just kept agreeing to everything the lady said and didn’t question her, even if his class was set instantly for tomorrow.

Haaa

Randell let out a long, tired sigh as soon as he entered his car.

He can’t believe he really admitted himself to school.

Beeeeep!

The car horns blared after he bumped his head against the steering wheel.

“You’re going to be fine.” He convinced himself.

Beeeeep!

“You will be fully Randell.” He reassured himself.

Beeeep!

“Ignore everything that is not important!” he also scolded himself.

He stopped hitting his head against the steering wheel and drove the car back to CTC.

“Y-you’re quitting, sir?” The HR representative was trembling while staring at the paper Randell handed to her. It’s the resignation letter Randell copied and pasted from the internet, and now he is submitting it to the HR Department.

“Yes, madam. I won’t come starting tomorrow. ” Randell replied indifferently.

“W-wait sir, the turning over period is one month. You cannot leave your position just like that.”

“I don’t care. Bye.” Randell’s cold demeanor was a shocking sight for the personnel inside the HR department because he was known as an approachable and kind employee.

“Wait sir!”

Randell left the office, ignoring the HR representative and leaving the building without thinking of returning ever again.

“Wendell.” Randell called the president’s name after seeing Wendell inside Randell’s car.

“Traitor..” Wendell spoke while growling.