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Fucking idiot. I was sitting outside, perched on the stone bench beneath the ivy-covered archway, reading The 48 Laws of Power—my favorite book and the only thing I managed to bring with me from home. Honestly, it's the only reason I haven't lost my mind yet. That book isn't jusr philosophy; it's basically the blueprint for survival in a place like this. And it's been working. Slowly. Strategically.

He definitely had a bad day today, that is, evening. I felt sorry for him again. The feeling that in his attitude towards me, besides devoted love, there was something else that never left me, and I admired his desire to protect his father, but we lived in a world with wolf laws and rules, briefly reduced to two axioms: there were no rules , and the law was one - not the strongest wins, but the meanest.

I removed the USB and scrubbed my footprints on the laptop, left where I improved the marketing and closed it. Ideas stabbed my insides again as I walked out of the office. Everything stemed down to money and power. I walked out of the office. Power is madness. The moment you taste it, you won’t be able to taste anything else. When it seeps under your skin and flows in your blood, it turns to poison. The best way to snatch power is by exploiting the human mind. People are simple. Make them crave something. Give them what they crave. Then snatch it from between their fingertips. I'll snatch the power and get what's mine.

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room. A large book at the end of the shelf entitled “The Power and Responsibility of Men” caught my eye. It seemed to be more weathered than the rest of the books, but I didn't get why. “Who would be drawn to a book like that?” I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf.