Mrs. Sandlewood swallowed. “About six thousand.”
I pulled the phone back towards me. “I asked how much the basic food plan and the textbooks per semester would work out to be, Daddy.”
“Right, textbooks and necessities. So roughly, it's…”
“Ten thousand a person.” I finished.
“And how many are under the amount for the semester, for the entire school?” His question proved he was smarter than I was.
Mrs. Sandlewood, bless her heart, shivered in fear. “One second.” She did a few more minutes at the computer. “There are three hundred without money, and an additional two hundred students that fall below the basic living amount.”
“Mrs…”
“Sandlewood.” She finished.
“Mrs. Sandlewood, you were the secretary when I was there, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Alpha, I was.” She blushed, and my mother looked away with a smirk.
“Okay, Mrs. Sandlewood. How much would be needed to bump everyone up above the basic amount?”
She clicked a few more things, and then we all heard an audible gulp. “Four million seven hundred and thirty dollars.”
Chapter Three
My mother shook her head in disgust. “All those students.” She couldn’t hold back her anger.
“I’ll transfer you the money.” My father was about to hang up, but I had to stop him.
“Daddy? Can you round it up to five million?”
I could picture him throwing his head back, and his laughter rang through the phone. “Why?”
“Because. I have a plan. I want to make a few investments. That way, I can pay back the pack and handle the rest of the cost for the next four years at university.”
My father’s laughter grew even more. “Smart girl. I did the same thing.” I knew he was talking about his investments he made when I was a kid. Everyone thought he was just making good decisions, but he knew how it would turn out.
A second chance at life does that. But remembering everything is hard, and he took a few hits. But now, now it was my turn to use my first life to my benefit.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“Ronnie will send it over right now.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
“You are welcome, pup. I love you.”
“I love you too.” I hung up the phone and turned to Mrs. Sandlewood. “Okay. So I am super sorry, but I think this will be a lot of work for you.” I grimaced, but she smiled.
“This is something I am more than happy to do.” She ran to the filing cabinet and grabbed stacks of papers. “This is going to take a while. I can load all the cards, assign them to each student, and then have you pay before I activate them all.”
“Sounds good.” I stood. “I also want one hundred thousand on my card. That way, if I need to do something, I have the extra money I need, and if it rolls over, so be it.”
Mrs. Sandlewood jotted down a note and nodded. “Okay. Give me probably an hour. Go look for your classes, your dorm, check everything out and then head on back. We can process everything then.”
“Okay.” I grabbed my purse, my mother and I walked out of the office and found Vince standing outside of the glass. “Hello Alpha Vince.” I smiled up at him.
“Hello Amy.” His voice held a barely contained rage. “Hello Ainsley.”
