_Clive's POV"Mr. Johnson."I turned to the secretary."You have a visitor waiting for you in the office," he said.I frowned quickly, my countenance turning cold. I watched him cower in fear.Then, slowly, I put a smile on my face and moved closer to him. I placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard, enough to reprimand him."You know how much I hate having visitors waiting for me," I said, gritting my teeth as I forced my smile into place."I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. But he insisted," he replied.I let go of him after a minute and walked into my office to see the unpleasant visitor."Hey," he waved briefly.That only irritated me.He's clearly a lowlife, yet he greets me as if I am his pal.The nerve.But I put on my smile, the mask I have learned to wear for years now."Dan," I called as I walked closer."Why are you here? I told you not to contact me directly," I reminded him.He bowed his head a little, looking distraught."Coach kicked me off the team," he said.I didn't flin
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