"What do you think, President Odetta? Is my offer attractive?," Silas asked.
Silas saw that President Odetta was silent but he wasn't worried. He knew that there was no way she was going to turn down his offer.
It could be said that he's literally giving the institution free money and not it's not a small sum, but a significant amount.
With the offer that he made, he's expected to make a donation of $11 million monthly and $132 million yearly.
Which means he's going to make a total donation of $528 million in his four years of studying in the institution. A total of more than half a billion!
Against such an offer, even though Stanford University is privately owned, it won't let such a big fat golden goose go.
"Mr Silas, I must say, I'm impressed but even though I'm impressed, it doesn't mean that I will outrightly accept your offer.
First, excluding the ethicalities that even this conversation goes against, I will still need to consult with the Board of Trustees and Faculty of Senates for their opinion, before I can accept your offer," President Odetta said, as she looked at Silas intently, before continuing, "Secondly, Mr Silas, I don't know if you know this but Stanford University spends more than $1 billion yearly on research and we have thousands of external funded projects throughout the university that makes up that amount.
I will not say much but you must understand that the acceptance of your offer will depend on luck."
President Odetta was confused. She couldn't understand why Silas is going to such lengths to get into the university, and she's also doubting if he actually has the financial capability to make such an offer.
If he really wants to get into a university, all he has to do is to wait until the session begins next year. Unless… There's a reason for it and that same reason is why he's willing to use such a significant amount of money to get backdoor access.
She would have continued to doubt his financial capability but the confident look on Silas' face made her think otherwise.
She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Mr Silas, if you don't mind me asking, why do you want to gain admission into Stanford University, and even going to such lengths? Why?," President Odetta asked, when she could no longer hold in her curiosity.
Silas smiled at President Odetta's question. He knew that his request will definitely raise eyebrows and questions will definitely be asked, but will be give an answer? Of course not.
"President Odetta, I understand that you're curious. All I can tell you is that I'm pressed for time."
"I see. I will be taking my leave then, Mr Silas," President Odetta said, and stood up from her seat.
"I will contact you after I've spoken to the Board of Trustees and Faculty of Senates, but don't expect a yes."
After that, President Odetta walked out of the dining section and the hotel, with Silas following behind her.
"President Odetta, I will be waiting for your response then," Silas said to her, after they got outside.
President Odetta nodded and walked towards her car, and got in.
Silas stood at the front of the hotel, watching President Odetta as she got into her car and drove off.
Immediately after President Odetta drove off, Silas let out a huge sigh of relief.
He didn't know how much pressure he was under during the meeting until after President Odetta left.
Yes, he has a skill that helped him to level the playing field and that was it, level the playing field. It didn't equate to him having her years of experience or being immune to the authoritative aura around her.
"I did my best. All I can do now is to wait for her response and hope it's a yes," Silas said to himself, as he walked towards his Corvette.
Getting to the car, he got in and drove off. This time, his destination is not the villa but home. He decided to go home and check on his little brother.
He would have loved to go back to the villa but he decided against it because he doesn't want to be in a situation when he would be unable to immediately respond to President Odetta's call.
On the way, Silas changed his mind. He decided to go to the condo and sleep there before going home.
The condo is a property he bought and he hasn't even slept in it once before he moved into the villa. The reason for this is because he got the villa the following day after he bought the condo.
Few minutes later, Silas parked his car in the building's garage before taking the stairs to the floor where the condo is located.
Getting to its door, Silas turned the knob and pushed it open, before walking in.
Immediately after walking in, he made his way to the bedroom and slumped on the bed that was left there by the previous owner.
His activities for the day left him feeling extremely tired that he didn't even have any strength left to make the bed, before lying down on it.
He had to drive in from Newport, which took him seven hours and he was placed under immense pressure during his meeting with President Odetta.
All these added up, draining him completely, making him fall asleep almost immediately after his body touched the bed.
...
"Wow… that was really hectic. I have gotten the sleep, now I'm feeling extremely hungry."
Silas woke to his grumbling stomach. He didn't know how time passed or how long he was asleep for, and he didn't bother to check as his thoughts were being disoriented by the intense hunger he was feeling at the moment.
He looked out the window and saw that it was already dark outside.
"Hopefully, some restaurants or diner will still be open," He said to himself, as he pushed himself out of the bed, to go get himself something to eat.
…..
Few minutes later, Silas found a restaurant that was still open. Immediately after walking in, he placed his order and went to take his seat.
He didn't have to wait long before it was ready and brought to him. He made sure to order something that will be ready quickly because he didn't have the pleasure of waiting due to the intense hunger he was feeling.
Immediately after his order was served, Silas started eating, wolfing down everything in front of him.
It was only after he was done eating and felt his stomach filled up, did he start thinking properly.
After that, he paid his bills and left the restaurant and made his way back to the condo.
....
Time flew past quickly and it was finally morning and Silas was already on his way home.
Few minutes later, he pressed the door of the house and a familiar voice came from behind.
"A sec. I'm coming."
Some seconds later, the door opened and Silas was greeted by a woman who had a warm smile on her face.
"Silas, Welcome!"