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He stated an opinion. "What makes you say so?" I raised an eyebrow. "Observation, again." He chuckled, probably already anticipating that I wasn't going to like that response at all. "Have you been watching me?" I seductively purred, and looked at him straight in the eye. "What if I have been?" He evaded my question. "I don't like people who answer my questions with questions of their own," I muttered with narrowed eyes. "Well, good for you." He scoffed.

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"And what if I didn't do it to avenge you? you'd hate me?" "Would it matter to you? what would my opinion change? what did the witness's opinion changed?" I asked, fighting the urge to tell him that I'd still hug him even if he crushed the whole world because I knew, I just knew that he wouldn't do it for no selfish reason. "Their opinions didn't matter because aside from the horrified, judgmental look in their eyes, they never get the chance to give their fucked up irrational opinions." he responded, he's tone hardening.

I said softly, silently hoping I haven't passed my boundary. "Well, do you do this everytime?" "Do what." I asked, trying to decipher the look on his face. "Ask stupid questions," he replied, boredly. "This is really a dumb question you know, you can actually believe or make any presumptions you want. Harsh tag, free word. We are in a free word. We are all entitled to our opinions. " "Off point, are you interested or not? Just quit wasting my time." He asked with a menancing tone.

"That's the problem. Everyone has an opinion about our relationship based on one article." "Do their opinions matter?" he asked. I thought about it honestly. "They shouldn't. But they do. Because some of them are from people I respect. Colleagues. Industry leaders. People whose judgment I value." "And what do those people think?" Damien asked. "Some are supportive," I said. "Some are concerned. Some think I'm making a mistake. There's no consensus." "What do you think?" he asked. I turned to look at him–really look at him. At the man who'd been both salvation and complication. Who'd hurt me and helped me grow. Who was trying, genuinely trying, to be better than his worst instincts.

C: Post about it online and seek public support. D: Submit a written proposal through formal internal channels and wait patiently for a response.] These questions were not testing memory at all. They were testing judgment. Each question was a mirror, reflecting what every person truly believed inside.

, Zenith hummed then stop. " Mia, what is your opinion about me?", Mia isn't expecting such a question. She didn't know what to say. "Do you think I'm handsome?", He asked her. " You are good looking", Mia replied. "Do you think I am too old?", he asked again. Mia wondered why he is asking such question but she still answered anyway. " No" "Then Am I your style? Do you like my kind of men", Only him know how anxious he is as he asked this question.

’’ Barbra sked as I stood their silently. ‘‘What do you think?’’ he asked me expecting me to have a final say or opinion on the matter. I wasn’t used to people asking for my opinions, nobody did, they just did their stuff without giving an iota of care or remorse about what I thought about or would actually do. ‘‘I dint know, you will just figure what to do with it,’’ I replied politely. My decisions were always poor and terrible and have bad consequences that I didn’t want to wish on it.

“Damn!!! This questions are freaking raw and it’s making me remember that I will have to loose my virginity for this job. “ “I ticked yes with a disgusted face.” “Have you ever think about giving birth? If yes explain and this question is very optional because you can’t skip it.” “I have never thought of loosing my virginity not to even think of giving birth so how the hell am I suppose to get an answer for that?” “Here are this agencies saying that the question is optional.” “They leave me with no choice than to ask g****e about the answer because I can’t write about what I have never thought about.”

"But if you were the one to choose Alli, who would you choose between Lieo and Andrew?" I wanted to glare at my cousin for asking a malicious question. His evil smirk gives his intentions away. But I can't glare at him because the camera is focusing on me. Instead, I gave him my sweetest smile. "My opinion now doesn't matter because my followers will be the ones to decide the winner for this round," I said the safest answer I could think of. "We will respect the people's opinion but we want to hear yours since you are the expert here," Mike said in support of Lance.