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I replied, shrugging my shoulders and pulling away from her to head to my first lecture. I gritted my teeth, hearing her footsteps as she followed me, "Well, it's just as well. I think me and the new guy, Mark, will be hitting it off very soon." Mark has been considered the hottest guy In college since he started three months ago. According to most of the girls here, he was nicely spoken-and came from a wealthy background, but I was always too focused on my own life to get to know him. I mean, yes, he was a hottie, but I didn't really have the time either, so I never bothered to have a proper conversation with him.

Sleep didn’t come easy. When morning finally came, the emptiness of the apartment hit harder. I still didn’t have Noah’s number, and somehow, that made me restless. Why was I thinking about him this much? ~ “After the lecture,” the Media communications / public speaking lecturer announced, stacking her notes, “I’d like everyone to divide themselves into groups of six. You’ll receive the project outline from your course reps later today. You can work with your friends, but remember marks will be awarded individually. I look forward to your incredible submissions.”

And the same voice echoed once more in the air: “Lecture 15 — Pending…”

Mark never broke his gaze from Alpha Sean throughout his speech and he kept a victorious smile on his lips as if he knew he already won a war that hadn’t started. First, how the fuck did he know all that? Secondly, we might be screwed this time for real.

The lecture had already begun, and I tried to focus, but the morning's chaos still clung to me. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a student rushed in, out of breath. “Mark,” the instructor called out with a smirk, “I don’t know how you made it this far into a master’s program, but were you always this late as an undergrad?” The class chuckled softly, and Mark offered a sheepish grin.

Finally, it was over. The room felt lighter, almost as if the oppressive energy that had been hanging over us for so long was dissipating with his departure. But as the silence settled in, I noticed the change in the atmosphere—subtle but undeniable. Marks posture shifted, his shoulders relaxing as he glanced at his grandmother, Mrs. Santiago, who was sitting quietly in the corner, her face a mask of confusion and disbelief. "I believe it was you who always said that being a shareholder, being a leader, is not about kinship,"Mark began, his voice steady, yet softer than I had ever heard it. "Its about hard work."

A U T H O R ――― Mark is in his office. Attending an important meeting. Foreign delegates are observing him carefully. “So gentlemen my presentation ends here. Now tell me what do you have decided about this deal?” Mark unbuttoned his jacket and sat back on his chair then asked the foreign delegates.

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I am packing up my notepad in my sling bag when Mark comes to disturb my peace and thoughts. He put his hands around me, "I missed you, Sammy." He pouts and whines like a little kid. I roll my eyes, a habit of mine that I can’t get rid of besides nail-biting. " But we have barely spent an hour apart. It's not my fault you chose to seat far away from me. " I reply I sling the bag over my shoulder and begin to walk out of the lecture hall with Mark beside me. Mark is a very handsome human, and very social almost everyone in school knows who he is.