Aria’s pov I hate him. I hated his stupid face, his stupid, sharp jawline. His stupid broad shoulders. And God…his voice. That deep, arrogant, British-tilted tone that slid under my skin like a splinter. I hated the way his dirty brown hair fell messily but perfectly, as if the universe styled it out of spite just to annoy me. It all infuriated me. “Disrespectful prick.” I muttered under my breath as I walked into the evaluation chamber. “Rude piece of shit….Wasn’t he taught manners as a child?” “I mean, I’m five years older than him, yet he behaves like a fool!” He stood at the far end of the room, tablet in hand, eyes dragging over me with the same infuriating cold assessment. He didn’t even try to hide it. “Bold of you to assume you’ll pass this evaluation test.” He said voice clipped. “And you’re also late.” “I’m a minute early, for your information.” “And it’s bold of you to assume you’re important enough to decide I won’t.” I shot back. But that was a lie, because
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