**NOTICE: I highly recommend listening to Bluebird by Alexis Ffrench (a piano song) near the end of this story, I will mark the location of the story with these symbols #### when you should play the music. It's not a necessity but it adds to the emotion of the story and it's an absolutely beautiful song. **

Also this chapter is longer than usual as a thank you for your patience; it was my first time not posting once a week.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Mai opened the door to the large orchestral practice room Mr. Stiles had allowed them to use as their base. Poking her head outside, she looked over to see a young man sitting on a chair in the corridor.

"Obuya Mwangi?" she asked.

The student looked up from his mobile and nodded.

"My boss is ready to interview you, if you could follow me," Mai smiled kindly, ushering him into the room.

The man swung his bag over his shoulder before following her into the base and taking a seat across from Oliver. The raven haired man looked up from his notebook and greeted the student with a nod.

"Mr. Mwangi. Would you please recount what happened to you on May fifth?" Oliver requested.

Obuya nodded and looked back between Mai and her boss. "It was a normal day. I attended my classes and had just finished practicing for an upcoming performance and I started to feel weird."

"Can you elaborate on that?" Oliver pressed.

The man looked thoughtful for a moment. "I began to feel really cold even though it was a warm day. After a while the air grew tight, almost like when there's too much humidity in the air and it gets difficult to breath. All I remember is walking down the corridor, ready to head home, but my body stopped on its own. Next thing I knew, I was standing on the stage in the concert hall crying. Apparently one of my friends had seen me while I was out of it and tried to say hello. They said it looked like I was in a trance. I have no idea what happened. At first I thought maybe I had just been sick, but once those other two students experienced the same thing and woke up in the concert hall, I knew there was something odd happening and I reported it to the director."

Oliver rested his chin on a closed fist. "How long would you say you were in that state of unconsciousness?"

Obuya shrugged. "When I became aware again, I looked at my watch and it had been about ten minutes since I left my practice room. Fifteen minutes at the most. That's how long it usually takes to get to the concert hall from there anyway."

"You said you were crying when you regained consciousness?"

"Yeah. I remember feeling really sad. Almost like I had lost something and an overwhelming weight of unfalfillment. After a few seconds the feeling suddenly stopped and I tried to figure out how I had gotten there," the student supplied.

"Is there anything else?"

Obuya shook his head. "Not that I can think of."

Oliver nodded curtly and propped an elbow on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. "Assuming this is in fact a possession, are you aware of any deaths that have taken place at this school? Are there any rumors circulating the halls?"

"None that I have heard of. I can let you know if I do hear anything though," the young man shrugged.

Oliver steepled his fingers. "Very well. We appreciate your time to come to this interview. You're dismissed."

The student stood from his seat and made his way out of the room. Once the door closed behind him, Mai turned towards her boss. He still looked deep in thought.

"What are you thinking?" she wondered, taking a seat next to him.

He looked through the notes they had taken and ran a hand through his hair. "Each of the witnesses have an experience in the concert hall. The fact that he grew exhausted after coming-to makes the likelihood of it being a possession that much more plausible. Three of the students have randomly found themselves in that room with no memory of how they had gotten there, while the other two students only had experiences with things moving on their own in that room. This spirit does not seem to be violent, however we will need to find a motive and identity of the spirit in order to finish this."

She nodded and pointed towards the camera bags. "Should we set up the cameras?"

"Not yet. I have a feeling we won't need them. First, we will investigate the concert hall. "

Mai tiredly reached a pair of petit hands up and peeled away the auburn locks that stuck to her neck. The heat of the afternoon sun bore down on her as she and Oliver walked across the campus to the concert hall. As she walked, she desperately tied her hair up in a bun and sighed in relief as she saw the large double doors to the building. Hastily making her way to the entrance, she pushed the door, eagerly anticipating the feel of the air conditioner.

However, she wasn't expecting the door not to open and hitting her head on said door.

She reached a hand up to cup her aching forehead and hoped no bump would form from her encounter with the door. "Ow."

A shadow fell over her shoulder as Oliver approached. "That one's locked."

Mai's cheeks burned in embarrassment. "How was I supposed to know that?"

He pointed a finger towards the door. "It's posted on the door."

Incredulously she turned to see there was in fact a sign posted, informing them to use the left-side door. She ducked her head, not wanting to see the smirk she knew her boss was wearing.

"Come along, we don't have time to go hitting our heads against the walls," he sighed, but she could hear the masked amusement in his voice.

She was about to turn to glare at him but froze when a large hand held the small of her waist and ushered her in through the open door. Perhaps it was the heat of the sun, but his touch sent a pleasurable shiver through her body. Biting her lip, she turned her face away again but this time her blush was for a different reason. She could feel her heart beating so strongly that she could hear it in her ears, making it rather difficult to hear anything her boss was trying to say.

His fingers gently grazed against her waist as he dropped his hand back into place by his side.

"Do you feel anything?" The sound of his deep voice made her gulp.

"P-pardon?" she stuttered and turned to look at him in shock.

"In the hall? Do you feel a presence of a spirit at all?" he asked with a brow raised in curiosity.

She shook her head frantically. What was wrong with her? She cursed her unprofessional train of thought and regained her composure. "I haven't sensed anything yet but I'll walk around and see if I can find anything."

Oliver nodded skeptically. "Very well."

Mai quickly made her way up the aisles of seats, internally chastising herself and attempting to ignore the odd sensation building within her. She would not harbor any romantic feeling towards her boss, she chanted in her head. After a moment she became aware of the set of footsteps behind her signaling the subject of her thoughts was following her, much to her chagrin. Raising her eyes warily, she faltered mid-step as she took in her surroundings for the first time.

"Is there a problem?" Oliver called from behind her, nearly bumping into her as the woman in front of him suddenly stopped.

Her mouth fell slightly agape in awe of the concert hall. "It's beautiful."

Her boss shrugged his shoulders casually. "It's relatively standard for such a place."

She chuckled softly and smiled up at him. "Well believe it or not this is my first time seeing something like this. It's not like I ever had time to go to the orchestra. I never had time to do much, come to think of it..."

Oliver studied her expression. There was something about the way she always found the beauty in things. Clearing his throat, he stepped around her, making his way towards the empty stage as Mai trailed behind.

"Have you sensed anything yet?" he asked again.

Mai shook her head in disappointment. "No, not yet. I'm sorry."

His blue eyes darted in her direction momentarily. "Don't apologize. You've only just begun training a month ago so I wouldn't expect you to be in complete control of your senses."

Soft pink lips pulled into a smile as she regarded the tall man who had already begun to inspect the stage. Though he could be aloof at times, Oliver always made sure to set her at ease when she felt useless.

The man ran a hand through his dark hair in thought. "Mai. I'm going to go locate Mr. Stiles to ask if there were any particular events happening in the concert hall on the dates of the possessions."

"Okay. Would you like me to stay here?" she suggested. "I can keep walking around, who knows, maybe I'll find something."

Oliver nodded. "Very well. Call me if you learn anything. I shouldn't be long."

Mai watched as her boss made his way out of the large room. Once the doors closed she stretched and idly meandered through the rows of seats. At one point, she closed her eyes and listened to the silence around her, hoping to feel something. Anything. She wanted to prove to Naru that she could be an asset even on a small case such as this.

Heaving a sigh, she was about to continue her stroll through the concert hall when something on the stage made a noise. Spinning on the balls of her feet she stared at the stage cautiously, waiting to see if anything would appear.

An eerie squealing sound emanated from the dark pathways behind the stage along with the sound of something dragging. As the sound grew closer, Mai raised her hands in front of her chest, preparing to perform the nine cuts.

She couldn't help but flinch when a loud crash echoed through the large room.

"Please don't be broken, please don't be broken," a flustered voice muttered from backstage.

Mai's hands dropped to her side and she quickly made her way onto the stage and around the corner. She gasped when she saw a woman not much older than herself frantically trying to straighten an instrument she had knocked over. The woman had shaved hair and timid brown eyes. She was balancing a broom that was threatening to fall with her knee while standing next to a rubbish bin.

Quickly making her way over to the woman, Mai helped set the instrument back into place. The custodian looked at Mai in shock, clearly unaware that someone else had been there.

"Oh my goodness, was this yours? Please forgive me!" the woman cried out.

Mai smiled comfortingly. "It's not mine, don't be sorry. I was just in the hall when I heard a commotion and thought I could help."

The woman sighed in relief and smiled back. "Thank you. It's really nice of you, you know. This isn't the first time I've needed help with something and usually people aren't as kind as you."

Mai nodded in understanding. "I know the feeling. I was a custodian for years until just recently."

"No wonder you were so quick to help," the woman giggled. "Where did you work?"

"Cambridge University," Mai grinned.

The woman's eyes grew wide. "Very impressive. What are you doing here, are you a student?"

The brunette shook her head. "No. I'm actually here on business but I'm looking around until my boss comes back. How is it working here?"

"It's okay. It pays the bills. The only one who really loved it here is...well she's gone now," the woman said somberly. "It's been even harder since they refuse to hire another person and we have to take on the extra work."

Mai's brows furrowed in curiosity. "Did something happen?"

The woman rubbed the back of her bald head and bit her lip nervously. "Well…"

Oliver narrowed his eyes in thought as he exited Mr. Stiles' office. He was thinking over the information the man had told him when the ringing of his mobile caught his attention. Knowing it to be Mai, he answered it swiftly, hoping she hadn't gotten herself into trouble.

"Mai," he answered.

"Naru! I ran into someone and you're going to want to hear what she has to say. We're at the base," her voice echoed through the phone.

"I'll be there shortly," he replied before hanging up. Curiosity filled him as he wondered what information his assistant had found.

Within a few minutes he had made his way down to the practice room they were using as their base. He found Mai inside talking to another woman.

Mai smiled over at him brightly and he took a seat across from their visitor.

"This is my boss, Oliver Davis," she introduced. "Oliver this is...wait, I don't think we ever really introduced ourselves have we?"

The woman in the other chair laughed. "I think we skipped that part. My name is Allison."

"My name is Mai," the assistant greeted.

"It sounded like you learned something important?" Oliver suggested, trying to get Mai back on track with the interview.

The brunette nodded and waved a hand towards the other woman. "Allison, would you mind telling my boss what you told me?"

"Of course," the woman began. "I used to have a coworker, Petra. Around four months ago she was involved in a hit and run accident and sadly didn't survive. She was the nicest person; very sweet but shy. She kept to herself a lot so I didn't know her too well, but I do know that this place was her life. She worked so hard in order to get here. She immigrated from Slovakia when she was a child and came from a poorer family. Music was her passion and she was hoping to one day earn enough money to actually attend school here, not as a custodian but as a student."

Oliver nodded, signaling he was listening.

"The thing she loved most was the piano. She always said she would be famous one day, and then the world could hear her music. I never saw her happier than when she was playing. After she was done with her duties, I would often find her sitting in one of the practice rooms, practicing. Just before she died I remember her telling me she 'finally finished it.' I guess she had been composing her own music in her free time," Allison said softly.

"That's very impressive," Mai awed.

Oliver crossed an ankle over his leg and steepled his fingers. "Was that the day she passed away?"

Allison shook her head slightly. "No. That was about a week before she died. Actually...just a few days before she died she had been written up."

Oliver's eyes narrowed. "For what?"

The custodian looked uncomfortable. "Anyone who isn't a student or a teacher is strictly prohibited from touching any of the instruments. We are also under orders to stay out of sight so hopefully I would get in trouble for talking to you."

"I will make sure you aren't subject to any disciplinary action," Oliver reassured her.

"Thank you. Ever since Petra had been disciplined she wasn't herself anymore. She seemed so sad. I heard that he confiscated the music she wrote and threatened to fire her,"

"Who is it that confiscated Ms. Petra's music?" the man pried.

"Director Cassell."

A knock resonated through the directors office and he sighed in irritation before opening the door.

"What?" he snipped. The older man was taken aback to see the two paranormal investigators he had been forced to hire. "Are you finally done?"

Deep blue eyes narrowed darkly at the man. "Mr. Cassell, I need a word."

Travis rolled his eyes in annoyance before making his way back to his seat. "And what is it that is so important to interrupt my work?"

Oliver stared down at the man. "I believe I had asked you if any of your staff or students had passed away recently."

Mr. Cassell huffed. "Yes, and I said there wasn't anyone."

"You lied," The younger man accused.

"I beg your pardon? I refuse to be treated in such a way in my own office," the man defended.

"Four months ago a custodian by the name of Petra Novák passed away did she not?"

The directors face dropped with a gulp. "W-well yes, but-"

"But what? Is that not someone that works for this school?" Noll interrogated.

"Well, yes she worked here but she was just part of the cleaning staff, how was I supposed to remember such a thing. It's not like it was anyone of importance," Mr. Cassell spat.

Mai felt her blood boil as she stood next to her boss. How such a despicable person could become the director of such a wonderful school was beyond her.

"Mr. Cassell, you knowingly withheld vital evidence from our case. I am not in a very good mood so I highly suggest you begin to cooperate with me." Oliver's gaze darkened even further. "Days before Petra's death you confiscated a notebook from her."

The director quickly stood from his seat and slammed his hands on his desk. "Rightfully so! The insolent woman was using school property! The nerve. I've told them time and again that they are strictly prohibited to do such things."

"I must ask you to give me the notebook you confiscated from her," Oliver ordered.

"Absolutely not!" the man puffed up his chest.

Oliver took an intimidating step forward and the man cowered back into his seat. Bending down, the raven-haired man opened one of the drawers of the wooden desk and began to sift through the contents.

Not finding what he needed he sharply turned to look at the director who was sitting wide-eyed in his chair. "Which drawer? Tell me. Now."

The older man held out a shaking finger towards the desk. "B-Bottom drawer, in the back."

Swiftly finding the notebook, Oliver stood and stared down at the man once again. "If I were you I would start packing your things."

Mr. Cassell stared at him incredulously. "E-excuse me?"

"You're not fit for this job," he stated bluntly.

The director grew frustrated once again. "What authority do you have to say such a thing?"

Oliver sighed. "If you actually listened when I introduced myself earlier today you would have known that my parents are Martin and Luella Davis. The biggest donors to this school and personal friends to the owner. I know they will be highly disappointed when they hear of your behavior and how you are ruining the good name of this school."

Mai watched proudly as all colour drained from the rude director's face.

Now that the man was silent Noll continued. "A worthy director wouldn't treat his staff the way that you have. Every staff member, no matter the job, should be treated with respect."

Mr. Cassell glared at the tall man. "What? All this because of that disrespectful woman? She's just a lowly custodian!"

Naru turned and signaled to Mai that they were leaving. She tried to hide the smirk trying to form on her lips as she quickly made her exit.

"I'm not done talking to you. You're fired, you hear me?!" Travis bellowed at Oliver's retreating form.

"On the contrary, Mr. Cassell, I believe you'll find you are the one who's been fired," Oliver said calmly and exited the office, notebook in hand.

The door to the office closed behind them and blue eyes met brown. Mai was smiling at him warmly as they walked down the corridor.

He raised a brow in question.

"You're a very good man, Oliver," she complimented.

"That man was a disgrace to this school. My parents would regret to be informed that such a man was ruining the reputation of one of their favourite places," he replied with a sigh. He could feel a headache coming on.

"I've had dozens of jobs throughout my life," she began softly, staring ahead as they made their way towards the concert hall once again. "I've been a custodian multiple time, a maid, waitress, clerk...I've had so many that I can't even recall each one."

Oliver watched her curiously from the corner of his eye, wondering where she was going with her story.

She dropped her gaze. "Those jobs aren't widely seen as respectable or wanted. Eventually you get used to being treated either like rubbish or as if you are invisible. People often forget how essential each job is in order for things to run smoothly. Sadly, people of all professions tend to look down their noses at anyone with a job they deem as 'less' than their own."

"What about Cambridge?" he wondered.

She chuckled sadly to herself. "Actually, it was rather rough there as well. I had a student purposefully drop their coffee on me one time. Also, the anthropology professor eventually found out I was learning from the notes she had left on the board and began to erase everything. I guess she told the surrounding professors to do the same. What is it she said? Oh yeah, 'that knowledge was only for the ones worthy of attending the university.' Over time you get used to it, but every so often people can do something that hurts more than others."

An uncomfortable knot formed in Oliver's chest at the thought of people treating his assistant in such a way. The memory of his previous student, Miss Holmes, bruising Mai's hip from pushing the cleaning cart into her flooded his mind and he frowned. He wondered how she always looked so happy if she had been facing such treatment for so long.

"You know," she said, catching his attention. "You were the only one who ever treated me like a person while I worked there. Even though I had only known you for a short while, I always looked forward to cleaning your room," she recalled fondly, a bright smile lighting up her face.

Blue eyes widened fractionally at the sight, and he nearly faltered mid-step before clearing his throat and staring straight ahead. "Why did you put up with such behavior?"

She shrugged. "If I let things like that bother me, I would be a very unhappy person, wouldn't I? Don't get me wrong, I did have some particularly hard days, but no matter how hard they were I would always try to find at least one good thing. Doing something like that can make a bad day a little better."

The two walked in silence for a while while troublesome thoughts paraded through his head.

Eventually they neared the concert hall once again, and a thought came to Mai. "Naru, how is it possible for Petra's spirit to haunt the school even though this isn't where she died?"

"Many times a spirit lingers because they died with unfinished business. If somewhere had highly significant meaning to them it has been known for the spirit to haunt that place even if it wasn't the location they died," he explained. "In this instance, this school was very important to Petra."

"That makes sense. Music and this school were her life," Mai nodded. "So...do you know how we are going to solve this case?"

Her boss held up the notebook in his hand. "I have a hunch."

Mai smiled, hearing him solve the case was always one of her favourite parts. "I'm all ears," she said, encouraging him to explain his theory.

"When I had talked to Mr. Stiles, he pulled up the event log from this previous school year. Apparently, each time a student was possessed, the piano was in the concert hall for a recital that evening," he explained.

Mai's eyes widened in understanding. "Oh! So she possessed them in hopes of getting them to the piano to play her song?"

Oliver nodded. "I believe her unfinished business is getting someone to hear her music. Allison had mentioned that Petra always wanted to share her music with the world. Possessing a living body takes a lot of energy. Seeing as she has only just recently become a spirit, she is unable to possess someone for too long."

"That's why they kept waking up once they reached the music hall!" Mai concluded.

"Precisely. The sounds the other witnesses have heard were most likely Petra attempting to make contact with the piano but failing and growing frustrated," Naru stated.

The pair had finally made it to the stage and Oliver disappeared behind the stage for a moment before she could hear the sound of wheels rolling across the wooden floor. Her boss appeared around the corner, rolling out the baby grand piano. Once he reached the center of the stage he locked the wheels in place, securing the instrument.

"So, now all we need is someone to play the music in the notebook? Should we get one of the students to play for us?" she wondered.

"There is no need," the tall man said and gracefully took a seat at the piano before looking through the notebook.

"You can play?" Mai said in awe.

"Mother made me practice as a child, but I'm actually quite fond of the instrument," he replied and opened the notebook to a folded page and propped it into place on the piano. "This appears to be the song that was most important to her."

Mai leaned over his shoulder. "How can you tell?"

He pointed to the corner of the page. "This is the only one that was folded and you can see the erase marks. She was clearly composing this for quite some time."

"Has anyone ever told you you're like Sherlock Holmes?" she asked in amazement.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips and Mai took a seat to the left of him on the small bench.

###### (Recommendation: Bluebird by Alexis Ffrench) ######

Focused cerulean eyes studied the notes on the paper in front of him. Long slender fingers positioned themselves on the ivory keys and before she knew it, the most beautiful sound reached her ears as he began to play.

His fingers swept effortlessly across the keys as the music resonated throughout the hall. She could feel the music reach deep into her soul and her skin grew goosebumps at the sensation.

Mai closed her eyes and felt the music overtake her. She could feel Petra's love for music in each note Oliver played. Opening her eyes, she glanced over towards her boss who was studying each note as he played and her breath caught.

He really was quite handsome, she thought to herself. Ebony hair had fallen in front of his eyes as he swayed back and forth with the music and she wanted nothing more than to reach out a hand and push it behind his ear. She had the sudden urge to want to see those blue eyes looking into hers.

Mai watched him, mesmerized. She could feel her heart racing and bit her lip. She had been trying to deny the fluttering feeling she got in her chest whenever she looked at him but, perhaps it was the music, in this moment she finally accepted it.

He had hired her, helped her strengthen her abilities, trusted her, respected her, saved her, confided in her, defended her. It wasn't just fondness any more.

She was falling for him and there was no helping it. It didn't help that he looked like a god playing the piano right now.

She felt her chest tighten and glanced down at her clasped hands. He was her boss. He loved his work and scoffed at any romantic notions. She knew harboring any feelings would be in vain. The last thing she wanted was to lose this wonderful world she had become a part of. Nonetheless, she was growing to love him and she would cherish every moment like this, even though she knew nothing would come of it.

Peeking at him once again from the corner of his eye she smiled shyly. Yes. She would be fine watching him from afar, as long as she got to experience moments like this from time to time.

She sighed and closed her eyes in order to fully let the music envelop her. She could hear the song was soon going to come to and end and she suddenly felt the hair on her arms stand tall as the air cooled around them. Curiously she looked over the piano and saw the ghostly figure of a blonde haired woman smiling with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Petra," Mai whispered.

"She's here? Is that why it grew cold?" Oliver asked quietly as he continued to play.

Mai nodded and continued to stare at the woman who was watching the piano so fondly. "She's crying but she's happy."

Oliver slowed his fingers as the song came to a peaceful end. Lifting his head, he looked in the direction Mai was staring but couldn't see anything so he turned towards his assistant instead.

Mai's eyes looked distant and warm as she stared at the spirit he was unable to see. He tilted his head slightly after noticing a faint blush that was slowly fading from her cheeks.

The brunette continued to watch as the spirit walked over to the piano and touched it one last time before fading away. As if being released from a trance, Mai took a deep breath and turned to look at her boss who was staring at her.

She hadn't expected to see him staring at her so intently, and her heart thumped in her chest. "T-the spirit moved on. I guess you were right. She just wanted to have someone hear her music."

Oliver nodded and casually picked up the notebook, skimming through the pages. "It's a shame Petra wasn't a student here. She was quite gifted. The notebook is nearly full. It appears as if she even wrote songs for an orchestra."

"Really?" Mai smiled and leaned over to look at the notebook. Sighing, she straightened up and placed her hands on the keys experimentally. "It was a beautiful song. Was it difficult?"

"Not particularly," he said while eyeing her. "Do you play?"

Mai snorted softly. "Well, no...but maybe one day. Or I guess I could always just have you play it for me when I want to hear it again," she teased with a grin.

She gasped slightly when her right hand hovering over the keys was suddenly covered by one of his.

"Here," he said, positioning her fingers on the cool ivory. "The right hand is typically used for playing the melody of a song, while the left hand plays the chords. Loosen your fingers."

Gulping, she tried to loosen her fingers as he instructed but all she could think about was the feeling of his large hand covering hers. Placing his fingers over her own, he played the melody through her hand.

"It starts off pretty simple, just one key played at a time with your right hand. After you play these first five notes you move your hand up a few keys and press these two," he explained, sliding her hand up a few spaces before pressing her fingers into the desired keys. "Try it yourself."

"O-oh, um, I'll try," she stuttered. She pressed her fingers in the same pattern he hadn shown her but the music sounded different.

A small smirk pulled at his lips. "You have the finger placement down, but you're pressing the wrong notes. You want to start on D."

She looked over at him perplexed. "Where's that?"

A short chuckle escaped his lips and he positioned her hand on the correct note. "D is the white key in between the two black keys."

"Right," she nodded and tried it again. She pressed her fingers in the same pattern and this time she could hear the beginning of the melody.

"I did it!" she beamed. "I'm pretty good, I think I'm a natural," she boasted jokingly with a laugh.

Oliver rolled his eyes with a small smirk.

"That song earlier, was that you playing?" a voice rang out in the concert hall, catching their attention.

Andrew Stiles was walking up the aisle in awe.

"It was a song written by an employee who had passed away," Oliver replied while standing from the stool.

"Really? Who was it?" the professor questioned.

"A custodian. Her name was Petra."

Andrews eyes saddened. "Ms. Novák died? Was she the spirit?"

Oliver nodded. "You knew her?"

The professor sighed. "There were a few times when I heard music coming from the practice rooms after hours. I discovered her playing but she always ran away before I could try to compliment her. Mr. Cassell has some pretty rigid rules for the cleaning staff. I knew playing the school instruments was one of them so they were always nervous they would get reprimanded or fired and avoided the instruments at all costs. Petra never stopped though. Eventually I was able to talk to her and tell her what I thought of her skill. She told me she was applying to attend the next school year. I helped her apply but when I didn't see her again I just thought she went on to find a better paying job so she could afford the tuition...I never knew she passed away. She was a gifted young woman with a lot of potential."

Mai smiled kindly at the man. She could see how much he cared for the people in this school and promoted a love for music.

Her boss held out the notebook towards the professor. "These were some songs she completed. I think you'll find them quite satisfactory."

Andrew looked down at the notebook in wonder and opened it. "She was writing her own symphony?"

Oliver nodded. "It appears so. She wanted the world to hear her music. Keep it."

The professor looked up from the book. "Is her spirit gone now?"

"She is. We appreciate your help during this case Mr. Stiles," Oliver stated. "My assistant and I will be taking our leave."

Andrew smiled. "Thank you for your service. My students will be happy to know everything is safe again."

Mai bowed slightly as she followed her boss out of the concert hall. Oliver dialed a number into his mobile and waited for the other person to answer.

"Mr. Cassell. The case is closed, you'll be hearing from the owner soon," he stated before abruptly hanging up the phone.

Mai looked over at the man curiously. "Do you really have the authority to fire that man?"

"Do you think he should stay?" he asked with a glance.

"No!" she cried. "He was horrible. I just mean, will the owner actually fire him if you tell him to?"

"As I said before, my parents are very close with the owner, as well as important donors to this school. He would be a fool to keep such a simpleton as the director of this place," Oliver rolled his eyes. "However, I don't think we should fire him."

Mai looked at Oliver incredulously. "But-"

He smirked. "Oh, he'll be offered another position. I hear there is an opening for a custodian."