Life with the CEO

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from the poet Poe, and bring me your theories. This work will be done in pairs, so you will debate with your partner. — Inform. - Questions? Emma raises her hand. - Yes? — Are we the ones who are going to choose our pair? — He asks, and I understand his ulterior motives in this question. — No, Miss Wintter, you will pair up with the partner on your left side. — Informed. I let out a nasal sigh, dissatisfied with who I have to do. He collects his materials, placing them in his brown leather bag. — Don't forget to go to the library to get a copy of the manuscript. — He said as he left. I start packing my things to leave. — So, madam nobody important. When can we research the phrases together and discuss? — Aaron asks, stepping in front of me and blocking me from passing. His proximity scares me and makes me intimidated. — There's no such thing as "together." I will do my research in my room, and you in yours. Email your theory and I'll send you mine. Mine is archeron@gmail.com. — I try to pass him again, but he grabs my arm. — Email, seriously? What century do you live in? Because I live in the twenty-first century! Give me your contact. — He asks, directing me to the cell phone, but I hesitate to do it. - What it is? Why so much apprehension?! Are you going to be difficult? — He tries to turn on his charm by smiling at me, which doesn't work. — I want you to understand at once, we're going to do the work and that's it! — I'm direct, and my tone of voice was perhaps more altered than I would have liked. But I don't regret it, maybe then I'll understand that your presence is nothing more than an obligation for me. I put my contact number on your cell phone and hand it over. Looking around, I realize that we are attracting the attention of curious looks. Upon realizing this, Aaron stares at me with his clear irises filled with fury. “You're treating me so nasty, Archeron. After I made the effort to help you, I thought I would at least receive a thank you. — His tone is calm, which only scares me. — Thank you, Seed! Satisfied? Now can you let me through? — I declare. He smiles at my response, and gives me space to pass. I leave the room and go to the library to get the copy, then head to the cafeteria. Before getting t