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They burst into laughter again — deep, full, the kind that makes your ribs ache and your eyes water. “And remember,” Nathan said, “when Daniel dared me to eat a jalapeño at the county fair and I passed out in the goat pen?” “You didn’t pass out,” Daniel said. “You just laid down dramatically.” “I was suffering,” Nathan said. “And Sophia gave me milk like I was a baby.” “I was trying to help!” she said. “You looked like you were dying!” “I was dying,” Nathan said, deadpan. “And you just stood there, laughing.”

He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes. Nathaniel never talked much but always stood up against the bullies who targeted weak people. His one menacing look made the bullies question their existence. I sighed in relief when I saw my classroom from my peripheral vision. I almost jumped out of excitement becau- “Wait up Fatso, Where is my assignment, essay or whatever the hell you were supposed to complete? I turned around ready to be grilled. I saw Danika Williams and her minions. “I didn’t do it” I murmured looking down.

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.

“I’ll come see you when I’m done, for now give me some privacy.” Gabe gave him a look that deliberately told him not to do anything stupid before walking out, leaving Zique and Nathaniel alone. “Greetings, old man.” Nathaniel glared at him, index finger tapping the messy desk. “How many times must I tell you that I’m just 40 years old? I wanted to invite you to my birthday party, but I heard you were a real mad man walking around like a sane one. Is it true? Was there something really wrong with your head?” he chuckled. “It couldn’t be true, the Zique I know would never let a thing drive him crazy...the news must’ve been fake.”

" WHAT THE FUCK NATHAN!! DON'T FOOL ME!! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING!! " Nathan just looked down and say nothing. " WHAT ARE YOU? DO YOU HAVE AN AMNESIA HUH? DAMN YOU NATHAN!! DAMN YOU!! YOU'RE GOOD AT THAT RIGHT?? YOU'RE GOOD AT FOOLING PEOPLE, LYING, DESGUISING, PRETENDING!! YOU'RE GOO AT IT, RIGHT? THEN WHAT? YOU'LL GONNA FOOL ME AGAIN, HUH NATHAN? ..." " ... I'M NOT STUPID NATHAN!! EVEN YOU CHANGE YOURSELF, YOUR FACE, AND YOUR PERSONALITY1 I'LL STILL GONNA NOTICE YOU!! I ALREADY KNOW YOU!! YOU CAN'T FOOL ME AGAIN NATHAN!! "

"Zion was still writing code. When he saw Nathaniel coming inside, he frowned." Tryna show off now? Zion said with a hint of provocation. "Nathaniel was in a good mood and he replied, ""You can't be jealous about such things unless you are an adult now.""" "Mr. Ye, how shameless of you!" Zion lowered his head and could not be bothered with him. "Nathaniel sat in front of him happily. He picked up the codes that Zion had written and glanced at them. Then, he said, ""This is wrong."""

place. "Ahem…*caught*", please excuse me. I got a little something in my throat...haha…( please forgive this Author... Author Elaami is being Naughty! Let's ride on, please! Cho Ja Nathaniel was a perfect artwork by God's own hand, probably on "His off day!", with a face that a crying baby could use as a sleeping drug instead of a lullaby. He was feared by all and carried this breeze of terror everywhere. "Ok! Let's go!"

Yuna tapped his forehead. "I know what you're thinking. You don't usually talk that much. " Nathaniel showed a handsome smile. "He's an investor. That's why I took the initiative to say something. Wasn't it great?" "You almost scared my socks off. Why did you think of drinking milk so suddenly?" "Because I remembered that Natalie drank milk in the afternoon, but I didn't," he explained calmly. "Isn't that mister kind? Mommy, you don't need to be so nervous."

“You think this is a joke? I’m risking everything here.” “Oh, I know,” Nathaniel says, leaning back against the headboard, voice dropping into that silken drawl that has talked boardrooms into ruin. “That’s what makes it fun.” The woman at the mini bar glances over, sensing the change in his tone. He gives her a look that says stay quiet, and she obeys, sipping her wine in silence. “Let me guess,” Nathaniel continues, almost conversational. “Reid Caddel hasn’t given you the grand speech yet? The one where he pretends loyalty still means something in a company full of rats? The ones you're about to join, the irony.”

To a scandal, to a plot, a blurred silhouette. So I reopen my computer. I search. An archive, an email, an exchange of documents. Proof that the so-called "note" they brandish is a fake, a montage, a fiction intended to break me. I know who started it. I know what Cassandre wants. And I have no intention of defending myself halfway. If I fall, it will be with my eyes open but not on my knees. My phone rings, it's Daniel. I do not answer, not yet.