Take Back My Own Luck

I arrived at the gala early, determined to make a strong impression. I spotted Professor James Lawson and without hesitation, approached him with my proposal. Though he seemed a bit surprised, our discussion went smoothly.

My project was focused on advanced game development, aiming to create a virtual world where people could connect mentally and experience a high degree of freedom.

I spoke confidently, and we ended up signing the contract right there and then, to ensure everything was secured before any changes could occur.

As I looked around, I noticed Vanessa arriving late. She was scanning the room, clearly searching for something.

I made sure to stand tall and catch her eye. As expected, she made a beeline for me, her high heels clicking sharply on the floor.

"Ella, you rushed off so quickly and didn't wait for me! Look, I've got blisters from running," she complained, showing off a foot covered in a bandage.

Then, as if just noticing James beside me, she exclaimed, "Oh, there's someone else here! I was so focused on you, Ella, I didn't see him!"

She gave me a playful wink before continuing, "Ella, are you really mad at me? Aren't you going to introduce us?"

I met her gaze, my voice calm as I said, "This is my partner, Mr. James Lawson."

Vanessa flashed one of her dazzling smiles at James.

"Ah, Mr. Lawson! Ella has mentioned you so many times. I'm really interested in gaming too. Do you think I could sit in on one of your classes?"

Vanessa was undeniably beautiful, with an exotic allure that could captivate anyone. Coupled with the fortune she'd stolen from me, she usually got whatever she wanted with little effort.

But this time, things wouldn't go as she planned.

"I'm afraid you're out of luck, miss. I only had one spot left, and I've just signed a contract with Ella. We're partners now. If you want a favor, you'd better ask her."

Vanessa's expression faltered. She hadn't expected to be turned down, let alone find out that I had already secured the deal.

Her eyes flashed with frustration as she tried again, only to be met with the same refusal.

Turning to me, she put on her most pitiful look.

"Ella, could you..."

But I cut her off before she could finish.

"No, that spot is reserved for someone else. It's already been decided."