I immediately called my mother.
She answered.
“Emily, sweetheart, everything is fine. Robert has been helping me. I was the one who asked him to surprise you.”
I slowly sat down.
But I still didn’t understand what any of this had to do with Robert’s threatening words or the locked door.
He took another document from the folder.
“My wife was a teacher for thirty years. She passed away six years ago. In her memory, I established a scholarship foundation.”
It turned out that every year, Robert helped several young employees from his restaurants attend college.
They went through a selection process, and the foundation covered the tuition fees for those who were chosen.
Robert continued.
“We contacted your teachers and learned about your excellent grades. You’re one of the strongest candidates for this year’s scholarship.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Then why did you say I had to do whatever you wanted?”
