Novel & Cerita Opinions Questions

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“You’re wearing a white shirt with no bra? Are you aware of the fact that your n*pples are quite visible?” “A-aiden…I didn’t know-” “What’s wrong with you? Do you really not understand what I’m saying or are you pretending for sympathy from that manipulation expert? You know exactly what I mean, so why do you keep asking these pointless questions a child could answer?! Is this how little respect you have for me and my opinion?!”

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she asked “Um, not sure what you want to know” I really didn’t know what else to say I wasn’t use to this. “Okay let’s try a different approach I will ask you questions and you answer” I nodded at her suggestion “what’s your favourite type of food?” “Seriously that’s your first question?” I asked amused “What! it’s an important question I like to eat and if we are going to be spending so much time together, I need to know” “Well, I love Italian, any kind of pasta, oh and fresh bread, and chocolate mousse, okay now I am hungry” she seemed to find this funny because she giggled, which had me laugh with her “what about you?”

He finally adds more context as I requested. At the same time, it still feels very empty, like he's saying a lot of things, but saying nothing at all. “And why will my opinion matter to you when that time comes?” I ask him. “Also, if you didn't see me at the club yesterday, would we be having this conversation now?” I ask another question. He chuckles. “You ask too many questions these days. You've indeed changed beyond recognition.” He says. I don't know if it's a compliment or a ridicule.

I make tea — the good kind, not the kitchen-cupboard kind, because this is not a crisis, this is a reckoning, and reckonings deserve proper tea. I bring it to the table. He wraps his hands around the cup. "She's not easy," he says. "No," I agree. "She has opinions about everything. Not performance opinions. Actual ones. The kind that are attached to reasons you have to engage with because they're sound." "That sounds exhausting." "It is," he says. "It's also—" He stops. "It's also?" I say. "Don't push." "I'm not pushing. I'm waiting." "You're waiting aggressively."

“You, you do?” “I don’t care about people’s opinions. Never have. Never will. Opinions didn’t get me to this point, actions did. But as your boss, I’m aware of the discussions that happen in the offices and how that partly influenced your choices. You don’t want to deal with rumors, and it’s fine.” Her brain froze as she tried to remember how many of these ‘discussions’ she’d engaged in.

“It’s disgusting.” “I agree.” “Do you think I should end this? Put a stop to it once and for all before someone gets killed?” I felt the weight of her question settle on my shoulders. “I don’t think that’s a decision I should make.” “I’m not asking you to. I’m asking for an opinion.”

I command They both nod Alice POV I’ve been stuck in a room with ocean blue walls, white ceiling and no furniture. Makes sense if I'm going to die. Sitting on the floor I trace my fingers in the carpet. “ Do you think death hurts?” i ask Mia “ I don’t know but I don’t plan on finding out. Take out the next person that comes in and make a run for it.” “ What's the point?” “ Alice-- do you want to see Luca again?” “ Of course I do, but how can I do that when they are going to kill us??”

He was locating it carefully, precisely, the way he located most things, with the particular honesty of someone who knew the difference between what a thing felt like to him and what it would feel like to a stranger arriving at it from the outside. "They'll have opinions," I said, at some point. "Yes." "About me." "About the situation," he said. "Some of those opinions will express themselves as opinions about you. That's…" He paused. "That's not something I can prevent. What I can tell you is that their opinions won't translate into actions. Not against the Alpha's, not against my word." "But I'll feel them." "Probably," he said. "Yes."