WHILE I LOOK AT YOU [English Version]

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Arthur

The common folk knew who we were. Maybe not all the legend that encompassed us, but they could recognize a Howlland student when they were in front of him. Who in their right mind wouldn't? Our academy was an imposing construction and from head to toe its boarding students exuded authority.

We never interacted with commoners and considered them useful parasites just to serve us. So I was totally taken aback when my father informed me of his decision to send an ordinary girl to the academy.

"Are you crazy?" I spit the coffee I drink into the cup.

It's six in the afternoon and the three of us usually get together on one of the terraces of the Mansion, the one overlooking the pool, to drink 'Irish Coffee'; an Irish cocktail made up of whiskey, sugar, coffee and cream.

"It's decided," he responds passively as he flips through the New York Times of the day.

"I do not understand how I am not informed of these things other than at the moment they are going to take place." I protest.

I'm supposed to handle this kind of thing because he doesn't have time.

"Arthur ..." he puts down the newspaper with a sigh. "You are my son, you are not above me."

"Still." I clarify. "I can't imagine how O'Brien has so easily agreed to this ridiculous idea of ​​yours."

Jonan O'Brien was, along with my father, the other owner of Howlland Academy. I happen to dislike his whole family extremely, especially his first-born Jason. They were the typical snooty people who didn't want to accept that the Kanes were above them. I still don't understand the reason why my father agreed to share control of the academy with those egocentrists. True, their lineage also descended from Ireland and they had had a part in the heritage of the star. But we could do well without their help.

"I will speak with Jonan in due course; there is one day in between before the start of the school week."

"You complicate yourself too much." I reply. "That little girl must not enter the academy. I reiterate that it is totally insane." I pinch the bridge of my nose, my head is already beginning to ache.

"She's the daughter of our new housekeeper, we can't have her wandering around the house all day."

"Put her to work," I reply, calling to a maid who was passing by.

"He is Seventeen years old. Do you think we are in the time of the slaves?" She turns to the next page of the newspaper.

"The difference is that the slaves nowadays get paid." I proceed to put the coffee cup in the woman's hand. "Take it away and bring me another one." I ordered.

"Yes my lord."

"What did I say about answering unnecessarily!" scolding.

I hated it when the mob spoke to me when it was their duty to obey in silence.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't ...

"You are fired."

"But please!" She kneels on the ground. "I promise it won't happen again."

"What good is a foul promise to me? Get out of here right now, you obstruct my sight."

"I have a daughter and ..."