Novel & Cerita Pay Attention To Me

The room was very still throughout. I watched council members. Not for reaction — for the quality of attention. The people who were already persuaded were paying a different kind of attention than the people who were not yet persuaded. The people who were not yet persuaded were the important ones, the ones whose attention had the quality of someone receiving something new and deciding what to do with it.

I’ve planned this very well and I’m hoping it’s going to go smoothly. I hate it when everyone’s attention is on me but for this to work, I need all the attention necessary and I need to get my shit together otherwise this would be a flop and a complete waste of time.

“When it matters.” My breath catches slightly. Mia makes a small sound under her breath. “Okay,” she mutters, exchanging a look with Elias. “Noted.” Elias smirks, clearly entertained. I look away, reaching for my drink again just to have something to do— but I can still feel it. That look. From Gabriel. Like even in a loud room full of people— he’s still paying attention to me the most. At some point, the drinks start catching up to them.

I don't know, but… Something tells me that when I fall asleep and open my eyes again, this brief peace I feel now really will be over…. … And now that I think about it, I really should be paying attention to my phone.

I queried while making a face of concentration on my face. "You are not paying close enough attention to your immediate surroundings to be aware of the dangers that are present there. You can see into the thoughts of other people and understand who they are, but you are not making use of this talent. Because you have such contempt in your heart for those two individuals, you choose to direct more of your attention on them."

but she didn't even spare me any attention. “Hey, Raina.” I persisted, standing from my seat, trudging to her seat. Her attention was focused on the whiteboard, I nudged at her elbow and she finally looked at me but with a serene expression. I smiled and waved at her. She frowned and returned her gaze to the board. “What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, eyes widening, and my reluctance towards myself driving me crazy. Sounds of clapping rippled in the air and my attention darted towards Peter.

Jim lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a standard smile appeared on his face. “Mr. Hofsess said you could stay here one night and then leave. The clothes I've given to the cleaners to wash will be sent back to your house. Medicines are placed at the top of the bed. I'll go first." Calantha quickly bowed and watched him until he disappeared. That person was like the shadow of the CEO, the secretaries’ dream lover, Jim Merimee. That he had seen everything happen before made Calantha just wanted to bang her head against the wall and die. It was so embarrassing.

I want to walk into a room and have that particular quality of attention locate me without effort, the way it always has, the way I have been receiving it since she was small enough to fit under my arm and press her warm face into my jacket. I want her to look at me. She is not going to look at me. She is going to continue being exactly what she has decided to be — composed, warm, directed at everything and everyone except me — and the situation is going to continue resolving, which is what I told it to do, which is what I chose. I chose this. I press two fingers to the glass. Cold. I pick up the phone. I look at the name. My thumb hovers. I open In***gram.

“Good. Then I’d suggest being a little more proactive going forward. I don’t need updates that tell me nothing has changed. I need to know you’re actually staying ahead of him, not simply watching from a safe distance while he works it out on his own.” “Understood,” he said, and I could hear something shift in his tone, a little straighter now, a little more careful. That was the effect I wanted. Not fear, exactly, though fear had its uses too. Mostly I wanted attentiveness. Men worked harder when they believed someone was actually paying attention to what they did. I set my wine glass down without drinking from it and reached for a folder sitting at the edge of my desk, one I’d been putting

"Work hard and pay attention, don't let anything stand in your way." Megan beamed as if this somehow served as some kind of personal compliment. I cast him a sideward glance, to see if Dante saw through the act as clearly as I did. Knowing him, more than likely he did, but he'd never show it. He soaked this in, the attention and adoration fed his ego. I wanted to crawl under the table. The conversation went on, though I wasn't paying much heed. I leaned forward, toyed with my food around the plate, and every minute or so reached for my phone in the hope of some saving call, any reason to leave this gathering.