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I return to campus pissed. Barely managing to make it to my second class of the day due to the crazy traffic, I zoned out for most of it, going over my meeting with Mr. Alfred, I refused to believe nothing can be done to nullify the contract. How could they just leave everything in his hands? Ian basically has the power to leave us on the street if he so wishes. Who does that? Dad and Mr. Alfred should have bargained better for Christ's sake. I see zero benefits for us in this.I leave my car packed at my faculty, opting to make the short walk to the library. We only have two classes together this year so I meet up with Hannah and the others.Hannah pulls me into a tight hug upon my arrival, I see she must have hurried here as have arrived before me even though her class was in another building on the other side of campus. “How are you holding up?” I shake my head. “I want to say fine, but I would be lying, I’m all over the place” Her black eyebrow arched, the silver hoop she h
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“Where have you been?” Ian is sitting in the living area, his black hair the same color as his suit, one leg crossed at his knee, his eyes trained on his phone, holding a second one to his ear. But I know he is talking to me. I was hoping to quietly pass by my room without having to engage him.“School” I answered. I was exhausted from my classes, moody as I am from the day I've had I don’t feel like dealing with him right now. I had half a mind of driving back to my father’s house but I didn’t out of fear of breaking the arrangement, knowing Ian, he is probably hoping I’d do just that and then he would make it seem like a breach of contract. So, I drove here, pissed at my situation but it’s better this way for now. He finally dragged his eyes from his phone to me, he placed the other on the arm of the white couch. His gaze swept from my face to my convers-covered feet then back up “If you are going to insist on continuing, I will assign one of my men to you” I blinked slowly. “
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After spraying a last spritz of perfume, I cap the bottle and return it to my suitcase as I still haven’t unpacked. It’s been three days since my conversation with Mr. Alfred and refused to admit defeat. Though I’m waiting for him to send that contract, I’m sure I’ll find something there. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I looked tired, the blue of my eyes looking washed out and pale, unlike the usual baby blue color. My lips look pale, almost as shite as the shirt I have on, I shake off my concern before tossing my bag over my shoulder and making for the door, just a few steps down, I see a maid, the black haired one, Amelia I think, looking flushed, smoothing a hand over the skirt of her dress, she gives me a shy look biting her lower lips, we exchange a good morning before disappearing down the hallway. I look at the door she just exited. Okay… I continue on my way. It’s afternoon and I have my bag under one arm, my notes clutched to my chest. “Katy!” I paused mid-
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The next evening, I sat crossed legs on my bed, typing away on my laptop, texting occasionally with Hannah. She’s complaining about a slutty girl who keeps hanging around Kyle. I’m trying to dissuade her from plucking out said slutty girl's hair and scratching her eyes out, because I’m miles away from campus and won’t be able to bail her out of jail. From my bag pack, I bring out a pack of peanuts and a bottle of water. Poping the nuts in my mouth as I read a chapter in my textbook, I go over it a few times and then take down some notes. We should be having tests in a few weeks and then exams, I already pleaded for extensions on my assignments, but I doubt they'd do the same for tests.When I raise my head I see it’s past midnight, I feel cross-eyed, my brain a little fried from studying. The last text from Hannah was twenty minutes ago saying she and Kyle were driving home. I imagined they were probably having sex and all is right in their world once more. I packed my books, puttin
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I’ve never met anyone who threw me off as much as he does. He is a strange mixture of hot and cold, I’m unsure which of them I prefer. Pissing people off must be an inane talent of a gift from God to him because he does it so well. It took me a long time to fall asleep last night after the kitchen, I stayed up, planning every aspect of this conversation. I am ready for him this morning. Already dressed for school, I left my bag on a couch in the living room after Ms. Pac directed me to the room where Ian was having breakfast. I remained at the entryway glaring at him. “Well, good morning to you,” Ian said without looking up. I want to remain where I was, to ensure he can feel my displeasure from a distance but as always, he remains unaffected by my glares. The steaming food smelled nice and I didn’t see a need to deny myself so I strolled in. I take a seat beside him spreading a napkin on my lap. “Sleep well?” In an effort to control the direction of the conversation and my
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I should call an Uber, but it would take too long. His car it is. Hopefully, he’ll be holding his breath throughout the day wondering if he’s going to get a call that I trashed it. I meet the same security from earlier, “Can you show me to the garage? Ian wants me to drive one of the cars for today” I don’t even know why I’m explaining myself. He inclined his head in a nod. “Right this way Ma'am” I try to pick up my jaw when I’m led to the underground garage. It looks like a place where they sell cars. Expensive cars not like any dealership I’ve been to or where I got Beatle. “I don’t suppose Mr. Quinn is in the business?” I pointed to the vehicles in front of me. There were over twenty in total. “No, which would you like” I’m not an automobile enthusiast. I appreciate a nice one when I see it like everyone else. But this is something else. And their colors, they look like they each got a fresh paint job, and we’re polished to shine. My finger jumped from a red Ferrari to a
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I had a nice quiet weekend, stayed indoors studying, I really do have a lot of catching up to do, I just say that to get out of parting with Hannah. So I start with reading up and listening to recordings or lectures, for those available anyway, taking down questions before attempting a few assignments. It’s a slow process but if I keep at it, I should be ready enough to sit for tests, for the easy courses anyway. Ha. Ms. Pat is kind enough to send my meals, and some snacks during the day. A few times I heard a familiar baritone the sound carrying through my door but not too low to catch the words spoken. I didn’t do much as dip a toe out of my room, I felt the need to avoid him, and I felt like running into me would bring me bad luck so in my room I remained. Sunday afternoon I’m flipping through my physiology textbook, my eyes were hurting from too much studying, earlier, I pushed back the curtains to let in some natural light. I straightened at the sound of a knock on the door
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I find a reception at the first floor, business people, both men and woman, old and middle aged walk about, holding briefcases, cell phones to the ears or carrying a bunch of files. But they were all busy, no one stoops to talk to me, no one even notices me. I continue with my mission, “Excuse me” I call the attention of the receptionist, a pretty lady maybe a few years older then me, he lips painted a bright red that matches her top, at least what I can see of her outfit. “Hello, how can I help you today?” I look around, “Can you direct me to Ian Quinn’s office?” The woman does a double take“Mr Quinn?” “Yes” Now she gives me a once over her brows arching dubiously “Are you sure?” Trying to curve my emotions, I nod wishing she would direct me or send me to someone who can. She points to the elevators at the side, pursing her lips. “Take the elevator to the top top floor, I should warn that you can only see him if you have and appointment, you look like a nice girl, surely any
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