Page 12 of Chasing Mr. Prefect

The letter headers were done as early as Saturday and, as promised, I had sent Cholo the sample package offer video.

As I delivered per the terms set, Cholo stayed true to his word by contacting the authorizing teams. By Tuesday morning, ExtRel had approved the new template but strict orders were given to keep it within the Ephemere team lest the whole club started asking for brand-new templates.

By the end of the week, the marketing team sent out their sponsorship letters, the Promotions Team had sent out collaboration proposals to influencer connections, and the Logistics Team was close to securing a discount with a big-time lights and sounds supplier that did international events.

Everyone was in high spirits by the time we wrapped up our last meeting for that week. I was just about to leave the room when Cholo came up to me with a folder.

“Lavinia, can you take this to Miss Co, please?”

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Project status report. She’s our advisor and she had asked for that,” he said. I took the folder from him. “That includes your milestones for the past month, too. You need that for the progress monitoring for your disciplinary case.”

“Oh,” I said, remembering that other deal. My face must have fallen as Cholo backpedaled.

“I know, it’s just been a month but we’ve done a lot.You’vedone a lot,” he emphasized. “At this rate, you won’t even have to worry about failing 170. You’re doing well. Keep up the good work.”

I knew this was Cholo, judgmental prefect brat whom I wrote off after our first proper conversation but I could not help but feel my heart swell after he said that.

“Wow. That’s big, coming from you. Thank you.”

“I’ve been meaning to say this but I just never got the chance. Sorry I made you feel you weren’t up to the tasks.”

“I appreciate that. Sorry about kicking the chair you were sitting on. That wasn’t cute.”

“That’s fine.Youwere cute.”

“Anong sabi mo?” I said but he had walked away to talk to someone else.

Knock,knock, knock.

“Come iiin,” said a voice from inside the faculty room.

I opened the door and let out a sigh of relief as I saw that Miss Co was alone.

“Hey, Vinnie! What’s up?”

“Cholo asked me to give you this?” I said, holding up the red folder. Only now did I notice that it had our club’s logo on it.

“Wow, this is a lot,” Miss Co said, inspecting the folder. “Sit down.”

“Club’s notes, not my progress report. But Cholo said to show you that because it has my stuff, too.”

Miss Co nodded to signal that she had understood, her eyes already skimming the document.

“I’m surprised. This is amazing,” she said after a while, a smile reaching her ears. “I’m so proud of you!”

I felt my cheeks heating up.

“What did Cholo write in there?”

“A lot! I mean, I know I volunteered you for this but?—”

“You thought I would be hopeless?”

“Not hopeless, come on,” Miss Co replied. “But you do have a temper, so…”

“Miss Co, I’m temperamental, not lazy.”