(Myra's POV)
After Fabian finished his speech, Mr. Larson took center stage. Although I usually don't gossip, I've heard a lot about him from my classmates. They called him cold, aloof, rude, ruthless, and cutthroat. Every word in the dictionary that means cruel and merciless was used to describe him. At least, that's what the gossipmongers spread.
However, I was in awe and felt spellbound when I saw him in person. He looked too regal, too imposing with every step he took. He seemed unapproachable, just like those rumors. But for me, he was like an angel sent from heaven. It was he, or rather the scholarship program introduced by Mr. Larson himself, that got me into such an esteemed university as Red Stone.
It may be a mere coincidence or fate, but I am extremely thankful and indebted to this person, who was probably not even aware of my existence.
