Chunk touched his chin and asked curiously, “Then what do you want?”“This one.” She pointed to the reflector, and she was estimating its worth. “So, what do you think? What’s this worth, like 15k?” She grew excited at the thought of the fortune awaiting her.Chuck was surprised at her choice, “Ya know, you’re pretty bad at business. I gotta hand it to you.”“Deal? Or no deal?” Scarlett had her own set of principles.“Of course!” Chuck Sandler couldn’t wait to watch the show.The final race was just about to start. The cheering crowds were full of excitement; people screamed and shouted to no end.

You have to think of yourself now. It’s your time.”“Do you think it really necessary? I mean, it’s just… a language.”Skyler’s face grew serious at once, “Don’t you want to study further? You could become an expert in no time! I’m sure you’ll find work somewhere, or you could even become a Russian professor at the college. Just like mom!”“How boring it is to be a professor!” Scarlett didn’t think that becoming a professor would be all that exciting to her. That wasn’t really her goal, as far as her career went.“Alright, even if you are not going to be a professor, it’s still necessary to further your education. It’s quite possible that you could be an int

Allen belonged to the latter category. After one shot, the reds were all scattered.Scarlett observed the balls on the table and then bent down. The thigh-high slits of her dress caused her some trouble; she was extra careful not to risk any accidental exposure.She bent over to find a good position, and her chest almost touched the table. She bent her left arm and used her left hand to fix a position for the cue and her right hand to hold the cue on its back.She didn’t grab the cue tightly because that would decrease the speed of the shot; she didn’t weigh down the tip of the cue either because that would shake the target of the shot.After she thought she was perfectly ready, she squinted her eyes and struck promptly and with confidence. It was smooth and

Then, without wasting so much as a second, she got out of the car as quickly as possible. She breathed a sigh of relief. It had seemed to her like the morning would never come to an end, but somehow, by god’s grace, her gravely embarrassing morning had finally come to a close.As soon as Bell met Scarlett in the classroom, she started gossiping about what had happened last night. Even after Bell spent a lot of time interrogating Scarlett, nothing interesting slipped from Scarlett’s mouth.Finally, audition day came. Sophie had recommended Scarlett for a part-time gig as a model, but Scarlett still needed to try out at the casting call first. Scarlett chose a high-waisted dark-blue chiffon dress for the audition. It was one of her favorite dresses– she reserved it for wearing only on important occasions. It was cinched at the waist, so it showe

Does he think that just because he’s rich, he doesn’t actually have to be a nice person too? No. Chuck is nice and fun, Scarlett thought to herself. Why was Francis behaving like this? Scarlett turned away, pulled out her cell phone from her bag, and started to play games. “You can’t drink at dinner.” All of a sudden, Francis broke the silence and commanded. Scarlett was not sure who he was talking to. “What?” Francis closed his eyes for a moment and said, “I won’t take you home if you are drunk again.” Scarlett pinched her thigh to vent her anger; her desire to jump out of the moving car got even stronger. But she had to fake a smile. She said, “Well, I won’t drink.” Mr. Sandler’s secretary, who was sitting in the front seat, was hearing all this back and forth. The