Dylan
Special, about me? Is that really the only reason why he brought me all the way here?
Even though we’re in this really fancy office, who did he think that he is? Why would anyone be able to just demand my presence just to f*ck with me for some reason?
The gears were turning in my head and while I was trying to comprehend what was really going on here, I could feel Rae trying to figure things out as well.
Roane sat there still staring at me with an arrogant smile plastered on his face, but his eyes looked so intense that they looked like the ocean at twilight.
I had to remember that I needed this job and stay calm. Having no social skills really sucked because there was no point of reference for me to reflect on.
Books have been my only source of information on how to handle “re
