Kelly’s Point of view
"In recent years, we have seen that you have made significant strides in your continuing education. You are in the top 5 of our rankings based on the results of the test we did. If only the rest of the pupils were like this... " Mateo had something to say. The individual in particular who I believe is the most successful bachelor of them all. His visage gives the impression that he is just 29 or 30 years old. He gazed at my skirt as he talked and toyed with his lips as he said it.
I swallowed and even drew my skirt closer to my body. "T-Thank you for your help, Mr. Mateo."
“Yeah… And it's not just that. You're intelligent and... you know, sexy." Rowan the tan guy is shown in color, but his eyes are green. When he was still a student here at Oak Hills University, I often saw him with a large number of female students.
“My… My. The words of an educator should not be used in this method." Matthew spoke out once again. With a blend of gravity and levity, his voice rang forth.
“Oh! It just slipped off my tongue. Please disregard what I've said, Ms. Clark."
I merely nodded, seeing that I was the only one in the room at the time. I assumed there were a huge group of us, so why did they just invite me, despite the fact that I was only in the top 5?
"Do you think our offer is satisfactory, Kelly? We've learned that your family comes from a modest background." Thiago is the rudest person in the whole world.
In response to what he said, my cheeks reddened and I nodded slowly. This is what I'm saying, and it's why I don't want to walk inside this room.
Other ladies who should be concerned about an assault whenever these men do this to them, yet they are still happy because these men are handsome. They got captivated.
Those girls have no brains at all!
"Stop flattering Ms. Kelly, everyone. Please accept this cup of tea, Miss." The last guy gave me a friendly grin. It's Amir. The man is described as nice, yet despite his pleasant appearance, he is a sinister character!
We are presently at the penthouse of a luxury hotel. There was a glass table in front of us, and tiny and long sofas were arranged around the table to provide seating. Thiago and Amir sat in the seats next to me. I am in their middle like a sandwich.
Mateo and Rowan are sitting on the two single couches.
As a result of what they say to me, which is unpleasant to my ears, I have already accepted Amir's offer of tea since my throat has dried up in the aftermath of what they have spoken to me. Before I sipped the tea, I saw that I had the whole group's attention, as if they were all waiting for me to finish my cup.
After drinking the tea, I just noticed a ping pong metal ball on the table. I’ve seen those things before. They said when someone needs something for you, they will use ping pong metal to hallucinate you.
And there is one sound that you should not be hearing…
These 8 ping pongs in front of me…
Don’t tell me they will use these to me? The balls have strands of wire to make them dance.
But before I could protest, I suddenly felt that my eyes are giving up.