Chapter 45: Alan Fucking Latham
One of the bodyguards opened the backseat door, and Eira got in after muttering a quick thanks. Immediately, the bodyguard also got into the car and sat in the passenger seat. The car started and drove away from the school building.
[What is Myra doing right now?] Eira asked the AI as she plugged in her earpods.
[She is calling Alan. I will proceed to transmit their conversation to you] the AI replied. Two seconds later, Eira heard the sound of a call being answered, followed by Myra’s voice.
Eira knew that after receiving the package, Myra had two people to convince: one was Eliot, who had to give her permission to go, and the other was Alan, whom she wanted to accompany her. Since Eliot wasn’t home and she couldn’t possibly call him just to ask for his permission, the person she could currently convince was Alan. So, she called him.
"Alan! I know where we can go this weekend!" Myra’s delighted voice came through the phone. "Remember how I used to tell you that my dream hotel was Royal Luxuries, right? And earlier this year, I told you about their Valentine’s Day event that was so perfect? Well, they called and said they’re holding a couple’s event similar to that one, but this time everything is free! A free stay and free participation in all the activities lined up for the event. They said they choose people based on inquiries on their website."
"Myra," Alan called, but Myra continued as if she hadn’t heard him.
"Isn’t it perfect? It starts on Friday and ends on Monday. We can go on Friday evening and come back on Monday," she laughed. "This is exactly what I need after that hellish punishment."
"Myra, your punishment is going to end in two days. I’m sure your father won’t allow you to go, and—"
"That’s nothing; I already thought of that. I’ll just tell him I’m going to accompany a friend to her grandfather’s funeral after she pleaded with me, and I couldn’t say no. I’ll even call one of my friends to help make the lie believable."
"Are you sure you’ll be able to convince him?"
Myra chuckled. "One hundred percent, trust me. So, what about you? You’re coming, right?"