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I saw how he crease his brows before grabbing the piece of paper from my hold and read it. As I am finally drinking the glass of water, he then put the paper down before Alaric elegantly wipe the side of his lips using the tissue form his tray. “But we won’t be using a random Psychology related book. We’ll see to it that it’s a well-known book of literature—“ “Yeah, but it seems to go that way no matter how we defend that subject. Let’s try searching for more and browse over in the internet.” Without no choice, he nod his head but I can still clearly see the discouragement on his eyes but still choose to continue his foods after agreeing to what I said.

"I had to get away." "Where did you want to go?" "Nowhere." He didn't bother pointing out the contradiction. I was full of them. My restless hands looked for somewhere to hide and escaped into my pockets. "Do you want to take off your coat?" he asked me. "It's OK." "Well, at least sit down." He nodded toward his office. That was when I realized I was still standing and walked through the door, stopping in front of his bookshelves, perusing the titles. Most of them were texts on psychology and animal behaviour. Eventually, I stopped and tapped the spine of a book, The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud.

I supposed Bobst library became my official escape place when everything around me goes wrong. My eyes travel on the title of the textbook. The Oxford Handbook of Emotion, Social Cognition, and Problem Solving in Adulthood. I’m reading this in advance, because I’m bored. I know I’m weird when my boredom visits me. I can read all the textbooks in Psychology if that happens like what I’m doing right now. “Are you just going to read those all day?” “Nice seeing you here, Tranquil.” The man snorted while looking at my textbooks. He sat down in front of me and placed his things. I arched my eyebrow at him as I point the cute bunny keychain on his bag.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

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She was pretty and looked within her early twenties. "Is it a college project?" She asked. "No, just leisure reading." I replied. "Oh, then these are the best for you." She tapped on the books on my hand. "Hmm, thanks." I scanned the giant shelves of books. "So anything in particular you're looking for in a psychology book?" She asked, leading down a hallway. "Conquering inner demons, I suppose." I really didn't know what I was looking for but deep down, that was the answer written in bold letter.

It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts. Several opened books were scattered on the computer table, with red marks and notes scrawled across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there. Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology? He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the shelf that didn't belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles. "Best Ways to Handle Toxic People". "The Key to Overcoming Nasty People" "Foundations of Psychology" Nathan's lips curled slightly as a smirk played on his face.

I thought their goal was to protect us, but it turned out they were involved in a war between the sociopathic and psychopathic societies. Even though I became a member of their group, I continued with my medication, and with God's mercy, my condition improved. I learned to control my emotions. As I began to recover, I continued my studies with the support of my father. I studied psychology to learn more about my condition. After graduating, I decided to pursue law because I wanted to be the voice of men who experienced sexual harassment and were afraid to report it to the authorities for fear of being ridiculed. That was my main agenda until I graduated. I graduated with a Latin degree. Inst

I sat on the floor, the wine bottle open and already half-empty, the sharp, acidic sting of the alcohol doing exactly what I wanted it to do—it dulled the sharpest edges of my panic. I started pulling books from the shelves, just looking for something, anything, to keep my mind occupied so I wouldn't have to think about my own life. That’s when I saw the folder. It was tucked between two thick philosophy tomes, unassuming and leather-bound. I pulled it out, expecting a journal or a history book, but the pages were filled with neat, dense handwriting and complicated charts. It was psychological research.

And that's enough to make me learn now. What I'm facing is far from romance and more painful. I snorted, looking at the psychology book. I put it back in the row and went back to looking for something interesting. Maybe contemporary novels, but I doubted that Sebastian had those here since most of what I saw were business, psychology, and a few history books. That's boring. I pulled out the back of a black-coloured book with no title. It didn't seem to be fiction or nonfiction—it was like a document book. Curious, I opened it, and there wasn't any title. It just had numbers 12-30. I didn't understand.