“I will accompany you, and those responsible for her must know about this,” the soldier states just as severely.
“I see no problem with that, not when I always seek the best presentation for my students, not only in posture, but also in appearance. Let us agree that this one is not at her best,” she says with disdain. I would have been offended if I did not know she is a tremendous two-faced woman.
We head out in her car, the security guard in the back seat with his eyes on everything. I am nervous, angry, and confused by this woman. She stops near a shopping center, a beautiful and elegant building. Completely absurd.
“A beauty clinic?” I ask with disdain.
“Yes. It will improve your appearance and leave you perfect for the start of classes.”
“But…” I am about to object to my complete
