Chapter 16: Working with the devil

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I place my books on my desk.

I have prolonged this moment as long as possible.

What's the most formal way to contact him.

Text?

I can't send him a letter, that will arrive far too late.

Email is better.

I nibble on my pen as I draft an email to Maxen.

''Hi Maxen''

Too friendly.

''Dear Maxen''

I smirk.

He needs to feel I want him at a distance, a far distance.

Our assignment handles the golden ratio.

I'll let him handle the definition and stuff.

I'll look into the fun part, interesting places, where it's used.

''Thank you

Michelle''

Within seconds I have a reply in my mailbox.

"Michelle going all bossy on me?

Didn't know you liked that stuff?

I am already imagining you in a sexy pencil skirt bossing me around.

Right at it, boss.

M"

He has some nerve.

"Do you want me to add our teacher to the conversation?"

I reply quickly.

"I prefer to focus solemnly on you. M"

His answer reads two seconds later.

I am just going to ignore that.

Focus on the assignment Michelle, he isn't worthy of your time.

Ten minutes later I receive a new email.

"Come on Mitch, Where stays that withy reply? M"

I sigh.

"I am TRYING to concentrate on my assignment."

I reply.

"Ooh, Caps.

I rather you concentrate on me, Michelle. M"

I have had it.

"Yeah sure, as long as no one is watching.

Otherwise, I am just ugly.

Or did you forgot the nasty things you have said?

Blame the alcohol?

Because I definitely didn't forget."

Silence.

Finally.

I work all night on the assignment, but Maxen hasn't sent me an email.

Why am I looking at my mailbox every five minutes.

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