twisted Fates

Twisted hope

Mr. Diaz p.o.v

As Titania exited her classroom after a particularly intense lecture, she decided to take the elevator down to the student lounge to catch a breath. She pressed the button and waited, her mind still buzzing with the day's lessons.

When the elevator doors slid open, she was taken aback to find Mr. Diaz inside, taking a selfie with his phone. His presence was imposing, his physique more noticeable up close, adorned with intricate tattoos that told stories she could only guess at.

Titania hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside, standing quietly in the corner. Mr. Diaz glanced up from his phone, his cold eyes meeting hers in the reflection of the elevator's mirrored walls.

"Ms. Mitchell," he acknowledged, his voice as commanding as ever.

"Mr. Diaz," she replied, her tone respectful but steady.

There was a brief silence, the hum of the elevator filling the space. Titania couldn't help but notice the contrast between his stern demeanor and the casual, almost rebellious image his tattoos and attire presented.

"You have an interesting approach to taking a break," he remarked, slipping his phone into his pocket.

She smiled slightly. "Just trying to manage the stress. It's a lot to take in."

He nodded, perhaps understanding more than he let on. "Balance is crucial, but so is focus. Remember why you're here."

Titania met his gaze directly. "I do. Every day."

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the ground floor. As the doors opened, Mr. Diaz stepped out first, pausing to look back at her.

"Good. Keep it up, and you might surprise even yourself."

With that, he walked away, leaving Titania standing in the elevator, feeling a mix of motivation and determination. She realized that despite his cold exterior, Mr. Diaz had a keen eye for potential and a subtle way of encouraging those he deemed worthy. She resolved to be one of those few who earned his respect. As Mr. Diaz made his way to his office, he noticed Titania heading towards the student lounge. He turned a corner and continued on his path, but a commotion caught his attention. He glanced back and saw Sammy, one of the more notorious students on campus, reaching out and touching Titania's arm in a way that seemed far from friendly.

Titania's body language was tense, her discomfort palpable. She tried to pull away, but Sammy's grip tightened. Mr. Diaz's expression hardened, and he swiftly changed direction, heading straight towards them.

"Is there a problem here?" Mr. Diaz's voice cut through the tension, cold and authoritative.

Sammy immediately let go of Titania and turned to face Mr. Diaz, his bravado faltering under the CEO's steely gaze. "No, Mr. Diaz, we were just talking."

"It didn't look like 'just talking' to me," Mr. Diaz replied, his eyes narrowing. "Ms. Mitchell, are you alright?"

Titania nodded, visibly shaken but grateful for the intervention. "Yes, I'm fine."

Mr. Diaz looked back at Sammy, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I suggest you find somewhere else to be, and quickly."

Sammy mumbled an apology, then hurried away, casting nervous glances over his shoulder.

Mr. Diaz turned to Titania, his expression softening slightly. "If you ever have any issues with anyone, you report it immediately. Understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Diaz. Thank you," Titania replied, her voice steady despite the recent incident.

He nodded, his demeanor once again composed and distant. "Good. Now, get to your class. Stay focused."

As he walked away, Titania watched him go, feeling a renewed sense of resolve. She realized that beneath Mr. Diaz's cold exterior was someone who not only recognized potential but also protected it fiercely. She vowed to repay his trust by staying on her path and proving her worth.