Ingrid Dragus

That damned scent of tobacco and vanilla. The smell of fresh mint coming from his lips. Everything about him made me go haywire. "Forget it, Clarissa, I'll never tell you.".

Why don't we talk about why I'm here? And let's avoid the lies." "You know better than me who I spoke to a few days ago." "Of course I know, I want to know why you said yes." "I won't discuss my choices with my assistant." "Your assistant? Are you jealous now, too?" "Don't you know that when I was little, I didn't want to share my toys with anyone?" "Everyone at the playground must have hated you." "That's why I built it myself when I grew up." I grimaced and looked at him. "I want to know how you convinced yourself to pursue this cause. You know very well that you'll get away with it because I'll be the one to be the Spy here. What do you gain from it?" He raised his head, and I searched his eyes behind his green glasses. He brought his face closer. 

And of course he's waiting for me. Seriously, with his arms crossed. "You're late." "Technically—" "By 10 minutes and strictly 7 seconds." "Your players were welcoming me, they're really polite." "And how were they welcoming you?" He said this, going to sit behind his perfect glass desk. "They're male, what do you think?" He looked me over. As only Jude Sharp knew how to look me over. "I think the heels were supposed to be shiny black." "And I wore burgundy, are you already going to fire me because of a color palette you don't like?" Bored and annoyed, he began typing something on his computer. "You'll have to be good, this isn't Raimon, it's Royal." "As if I didn't know." "Can I at least give the guys candy?" "No." "Why not? They deserve a reward for all their hard work." "Do they look like dogs or children to you?" "They're puppies to me." "Don't be so stubborn, Clarissa, because if you're with me, you'll only hit a brick wall." I put my hands on the desk. 

You're obviously in his good graces." "As if I didn't know you're his favorite." He was leading me toward Jude's office, which I actually remembered very well. Outside, the chocolate-colored walls, the matte black door with the elegant, refined plaque. "Personal office of the history and philosophy professor, coach and professional of the Royal Academy, Jude Sharp." I looked at Caleb, and at my expression, I started laughing like crazy. "I know what you're thinking. In true Sharp style and beyond." "He's in there?" Caleb nodded. "Good luck, dear." and off he went. He went. Leaving me alone in front of that study, so large and imposing. I sighed, took courage, and opened that door.

Professor! They warned us that a new assistant was coming, but they kept the fact that she was so beautiful a secret from us." The speaker was Preston Princeton, the goalkeeper of the Royal Academy. Gray hair, baby face. I was probably way too emotional for that school. "I'm not a teacher, and above all, if you stop the ball like you flirt with older women, I just don't understand how we're one of the best teams in the league." "Poor Preston, 1-0 to the new coach," sneered Cameron, one of his teammates. "Come on, you brats, you started bothering the new lady early, don't let Coach Sharp catch you." I turned around when I heard that voice. And smiled at the sight of him. He was still a pineapple, even though he was growing up. I hugged him so tightly. "I can't believe it, am I going to have to see you every day now?" "Fucking hell, absolutely not, you think I'm going to spend my whole day in this fucking school?" Some teachers turned around; very annoyed, others quite annoyed. "You're not looked upon favorably, are you, Caleb?" "Absolutely not, but Jude put in a good word for me, more than one, in fact." "Jude Sharp and a charitable act?" "It seems impossible, right?" 

Anxiety was consuming me. The day before, I was an infiltrator who had to gather as much information as possible on the Fifth Sector. The next day, at 5:00 a.m., I was already up, having received very specific instructions from the little prince of the Royal. My hair had to be well-straightened. My makeup had to be light and not at all vulgar. My little black dress had to be low-cut and at least knee-length. Heels no lower than 100 cm. I knew this one well, Sharp's obsession with extremely high and elegant heels. But I wouldn't have worn black ones, I'd chosen burgundy ones, just to be a little unconventional. I was still thinking about how Jude had contacted me. His rigidity, his seriousness, and his damn intelligence were driving me crazy. I arrived at the Royal; obviously, my car wasn't like all those luxury cars parked there. My feet were already hurting; they were torture. At Raimon, I was even wearing a tracksuit, but I was comparing two completely different realities.

Hi, darling, I'm writing to you directly in private because I can't upload the English chapter in the comments. Let me know if you think there's a different solution. I hope you like the chapter and the story in general. Lots of kisses, dear.