All Chapters of Striding Spirits: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I'm determined to uplift this institution to higher and higher." Vicky resolved.Despite his tireless efforts and resourceful management, Vicky found himself stuck in a financial cheeriat wheel. No matter how hard he worked or how efficiently he managed his responsibilities, he couldn't seem to get ahead.The Administrator of his institution, a cunning retired crooked individual, had all the knacks for extracting maximum value from Vicky's efforts while keeping the rewards minimal every year. Vicky felt like a cog in a machine, generating progress and profits for others, but struggling to make ends meet himself.One on his visit to the institution, Micheal Winter, one of the donors, and a representative of a reputable Trust, was thoroughly impressed by the institution's transformation under Vicky's leadership and wisdom. The once-struggling organization had blossomed into a thriving hub of learning, where students of all grades, including the youngest ones, excelled in innovative demo

Vicky's heart sank as he heard the familiar voice of Mr. Johnson, the greedy administrator from his previous institution. He had thought he'd left all the drama and stress behind, but it seemed like his past was catching up with him. "Vicky, my boy," Mr. Johnson said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I hope you're doing well in your new institution. I heard you're quite the star teacher there." Vicky was wary of Mr Johnson's intentions and asked bluntly, "What do you want, sir?" Vicky had written to Mr Johnson to issue his savings and arrears with him. Mr Johnson did not answer Vicky's formal letter and instead made sarcastic remarks about Vicky's character, calling him a dodger. Vicky was so hurt. Vicky was already aware of Mr. Johnson's greedy and mean nature, and simply wanted to warn him to respond to his letter if he had a legitimate claim. However, Mr Johnson was too clever and cunning, always looking for ways to exploit others for financial gain, and chose not to

"Why don't you join the special training classes to teach?" the principal asked Vicky, "I do want to join, sir," Vicky replied humbly. "Let's talk to the director, " he suggested. "May I come in?" Vicky knocked at the door, and the director allowed him to enter. "Sir, kindly consider me for the new session to teach the special classes?" Vicky requested the director to consider him. The director already knew Vicky's feedback from the classes where., accepted his request and desired to see Vicky's name in the most demanded tutor in the institution. After a few weeks, Vicky was assigned an Engineering class to teach. It was not a problematic class but its attitude was very nonchalant. Vicky knew how to tackle it. He got worksheets for the class to attempt every alternative day. Buy the end of session, just before a month, this class put its feedback and Vicky's joy no bounds to see the output. The class was very satisfied. On the side, there was a pre-medical class preparing fo

Professor Stephen Moor, the institution's head, sat behind his polished, wooden desk, his eyes narrowing slightly as Vicky entered. The afternoon sun cast its familiar, golden glow through the office window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Vicky's hesitant knock on the doorframe respectfully broke the silence. "May I come in?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty but pleasant. Professor Moor gestured for Vicky to enter, his expression unreadable. As Vicky stepped inside, the professor's gaze swept over his nice suit, which included pointed shoes and a leather bag. "Welcome back, Vicky," he said, his tone a bit measured. "Though, I must inform you, your...long absence has consequences, gentleman." He paused, steepling his fingers. "Your position has been filled. We had to do that, you know. Students' studies and then exams." Vicky was not surprised much, as he knew that that would happen. Vicky discussed his plan and the professor guided him well. After

"You look so gorgeous, sweetheart!", Vicky commented as he looked at Ashely. She looked back at him because she was walking to the corridor to meet her client. She had been working for a pharmaceutical company for three months. She was trying to complete her last semester at secondary high school."Hi, Vicky, where have you been?" Ashely asked Vicky. "I have been to a walk-in interview. I have recently applied for the job," Vicky replied eagerly. "Oh, I see," she did not comment. She looked back at her reflection in the tinted window pane and studied her facial looks that would warrant such an amazing comment that Vicky had just passed on her. She was beautiful, true, but Vicky was not interested in her. It was Ashely only who was making attempts to impress him with her cajolery before meeting with Jermy. Her manager, seeing the hesitation on her face, tried to know about her today's visits. He tried to coax her and made her speak. Ashely replied cautiously, "Only one client today,