Page 151 of The Anti-Heroes Collection
Yeah, I am not prepared for that. I’m prepared to talk about history.
About the theories he’s most famous for.
Which is what I read and made flash cards for.
But this . . .
I don’t know Trent.
How am I possibly supposed to do this?
That’s when he smiles.
He knows he set me up to fail.
There was no part of him that wanted me to succeed. He knew I would memorize facts. Facts that anyone could recite.
The bastard had this planned.
To make me look like an ass in front of everyone I have to see day in and out.
A Barbie struts into the room
And my fear is brought to life.
A tall, gorgeous blond woman walks up to Trent and smiles at him. “Am I late?”
“No. Just in time. Payton is going to give us some impactful words of wisdom on Carl Jung, and then we can have a cocktail before the party tonight.”
She is still smiling at him.
I feel sick.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off me.
Not for a minute.
She’s here exactly for the reason I think she is.
To throw me for a loop.
He knows it’s not bad enough to have me make a fool of myself in front of his staff.
He brought in a stranger to seal the deal.
Why does she have to be perfect?
She’s as beautiful as he is, and not an imposter like me.
No.
I won’t do this.
This is his plan, and I won’t let it work.
He won’t get a rise out of me.
I smile back.
