I shook her hand with a quite tight grip then mentioned my name, "Desiree." I locked her eyes like we had already been best friends for years. That's the first rule. Exert power through gaze.
She was from a high school whose students I knew were of high quality. They won so many national and international competitions in various fields. From the way she spoke, I could tell she must be one of those students. Intellectually, I was no rival to her although socially, she was no competitor to me. She did know more authors and read more literary works than I did, but as long as I could observe during Conversation Class, my accent sounded much more British than hers. Thanks to Daddy, who is a Canadian.
Her physical appearance didn't appeal to me. Her way of speaking didn't interest me, so I just pretended to be intrigued by everything she told me about. The more we exchanged stories, the more I could dig into her deepest personality.
I wasn't really impressed by Aruna, but there's one thing I like about her: She's as clear as a glass jar. Transparent. Naked. I might even be able to read her mind.
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